World War 3
Jonathan David Paulson, Jason Shaw
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Simmer down Turn a lemon to amounts in accounts Lemme tell what I'm bout Lemme tell you what I found Lemme tell you how to do it like I do it How I do it is a little off but I'm on Wreck shop Collect checks cnd pop off cs you chalk up a loss I am lossless Tidal waves In your face So amazing Push to the limit cuz the limit doesn't faze me When I get em Imma get em for the long haul Lil mama got on top of papa like pole vault Force all forts to foreclose and forego Forming a formidable formation of encores Of course I'm all for the world war Oppose all wack and forge on to more important matters Instead brain splatters let's make platters Of cash gathered from killing rappers In the pasture c fast surge from a Master You don't even own your masters You just got owned by a rapper From a place where nobody is a rapper So when I pass your attached to the task I accomplished Spit Sikk licks with or without an accomplice I only do business with bosses I got your bitch in my closet like a hostage She Finna wanna winner when winner win and what a winner win it wit was... What a minute - Whatd I win it wit huh ? I won it wit a wicked wicked wicked wound yarn En guard When you try I just yawn Pop off like nonstop ciraq shots Shouts out to God like what's up brah ? Now watch as floss like my gums might rot off Is it worth it ? Watch it Watch yourself Watch out You don't want me with the moss out Reloaded Sipping on the potion Slipping on a slick new fit Resistance Is futile MF just scoot ya boots now Unloose the noose now Improve ya view now cnd in a minute it'll cool down Your Denim isn't really fitting like it used to We can all get it We can all get down Living for the weekend got you weak and sleep bound Sneaking to the easy way outs not a neat route Stick up for yourself Ride above and get the belt Taking off That clock Don't stop Ticking on Gotta go Gotta grab me a trove Whoah Sikk sounds from the maniacs song Deep thoughts from a piece of a part Pull up Hop out Back to the grave Stone over my head read “Paid” I got more ties than a net or a braid We got more alike then I'd like to say Gimme that all in the casa babe I don't wanna lie I wanna fly by planes Measure my ledger when I better my gains Quick bucks suck Leave you stuck in the rain Indy heat records MF Imma bad MF Imma map my plot Mark that spot wit a x Try to follow my steps You gone end up in a body shaped box Yo What's next for the boss? Imma rest when I'm gone I'm unimpressed with a part I need it all That's a lot Got a farm with a plot Imma harvest when the moment just right
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Written by: Jonathan Paulson
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