Lyrics:
as the Lankshore Strangler
Careful Andy, you could be in danger
Your Aunt Maggie just flew out the window
She's not okay, sound of a crescendo
By a hammer she got
grindin' since '97, that's longevity
And if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)
You ain't ever
fucked by everything obvious
That you should understand too
But you're too stupid to get it through your head
I might as well just talk to the dead
effect. We got the producer of this trach Kay-Gee
We got my girl Nikki-D in the house
My man internal All-Star Dave
My man on the sax Andy
We got
This was not what I signed up for. Andy screamed at me.
What do you mean? You told me you wanted me to write Christmas music! I yelled back.
I
Coked up from sniffin
You're the one who's riffin i'm not Opie
Save that old shit for Andy Griffith
You start to flip, now ya slip
Cuz you're slippin
of the party is hardly appealing
When the party ain't part of your army (lonely by yourself)
Freed me from feeding my blame shifting feelings
You're sorry, oh, I
Hey mister dope man you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said
Hey mister dope man you're a star
I like your gold chain
Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car
Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your
won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to LeFrak, it ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
You ain't a killer, you still learnin'
Yes it is
Bailiff, I'm not amused
Yes you are
Yes you are
You're beMused
Yes you are
You you are
I became like this because I was born under a star
at the Neck Chop Bar
Right where us killers hang out at night
And in walks a man I've never seen before
He took the table by the door
And signaled for
I'm out my mind
Takin' off my pants, sex around the stars, In the dark, puff puff, pass in the car
Know that I'm goin' far, now I don't think that I'm
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to LeFrak, it ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat
You ain't a killer, you still learnin'
know that I rip it
All I need is a minute
Get up in it and leave it obliterated
And you want to test me?
You're fucking with a killer, bitch
"Ripper"
this
Take that dead shit on
And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me
I'm gonna take that home.
By the sinister TECH N9NE
By the sinister, by
I couldn't help but notice
As I gazed at the wall
How the stars sparkled like pupils in the night
Surrounded by your friends
At your beckon call
Looks like someone didn't follow the clues
You're much less Velma than Scooby-Doo
Well hey, I've got some news for you!
You got the wrong suspect,
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
You're a shooting star
Don't wanna try too hard
But you're so addicting
Stargirl or cosmic goddess
You're just too good to believe
I've come too far
Wanting war boy you know we got weapons all sorts
Uzis bazookas a kukri some rugers a ninja star scimitar forty four colt
If you dont know me got passion
On you and him, your whole crew
Let's film it, now take two
Watch the movie, your brain will be the star
Thoughtless, when I take you far
up, youknowwhatimsayin
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here
But we gon' to' it up for them anyhow
Wherever you are you're a star
Rhyme Syndicate
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