City Folk
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Im a fun guy Taking some fungi Wanna come by Lookin for a fun time Shoot them in a drive by Pop pop Watch the body drop drop Count the Guala up like No debate like One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight I'm arachnid and you caught up in my web Check your mailbox sending a bomb through the web Not a threat that's a promise You dead I'm sleeping in my bed Pasty little human, I'm white like white bread Stepping on my land you must be hungry for some lead Lemme feed you up lil boy but I ain't breaking bread I know what you hungry for, finna fill it in your head Let me load up my nine millimeter Now you dead Country ass beat Man, where you get this from You already know I be strumming the washburn Record a couple tracks Put a snare in behind it Put a easter egg up in my song I hope you can find it Whats that? Man, I don't know I just be making music on the low low low Don't talk no one no po po po Homie better get off his ass and go go go go go go go go Losing in the rat race Losing in life Throw away all your chips Cause you love to roll the dice Repeat offender because you messed up twice No fender bender you almost lost your life I give it a wax on and wax off Mr. Miyagi taught me so back off I don't wanna hit you with my karate chop Try to run away feeling when that collar shock It go dang Like a jungle Swing orangutan Making the branches hang low Like my dang a lang Imma attack from the back When I sink my fang Feel the pain when we rob you like a bandit gang Being rich is a habit My habitat acid Corroding the world And make everything flaccid It's up in your wounds And expose ectoplasm I'm switching a flow And entangling atoms Wait, now back to the past Itty bitty white boy coming in last I be feeling kinda up cause I'm feeling kinda gassed Got a couple words to say like I'm preaching to the mass No way you're gonna listen But you I'm on a mission I be killing competition Switching up like intermission Past the ball I'm in position Hey, can you listen? Life gets hard but we used to omission Used to omission Spoke got a stick in Things get tough but I solve it long division I don't need ammunition Because I know you're not happy And you're not forgiven That's facts Don't run that one back I don't need anyone holding me back I be murdering beats that you sending my way I be shitting on these rappers like I'm taking a crap Imma cube not a square These city folk just ain't aware You wanna be different I guess you should go put color up in your hair My chambers where I have affairs Location secret, unaware You little witch, I call you Blair I'm fast and furious; Mark Sinclair Back in the day I used to run Not from the enemies it's just for fun With my cousin, my buddy, my foreign Too many foreseen misfortunes When it's time learn I'm neglectful Listening to you is too uneventful Disrespectful but you draining my mental Tell me to remember my paper and pencil Taking some notes , yeah, I'm jotting it down And I put on a red nose, I feel like a clown I don't wanna go out unless we sipping on crown And you barking and barking; a dog in the pound
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