Lyrics:
of your life
Oh yeah the mood is right
You look more beautiful than poetry can describe
By the way, do you mind if Ninja Brian
Joins us he's promised not
but I'm moving like a tank
(Yuh-Yuh)
Got more B-D-E, than the men you see (Woo)
They call me "Two Hands"
To measure it approximately (Woah Woah)
All
niggas
My driver a g he going with you
More arms than a octipus
Been a double g since i came out the puss
They self motivated they don't need a push
exciting as they pressed against the glass.
And when Brian got his torch out you could see right up her arse.
They were dogging
They were dogging
Believe me
the pedal to the metal
The ladies love me kuz I'm hotter than the devil
Fuck the law like I'm a fuckin rebel
Always strive for more never fuckin settle
Put
show them I'm more than this, and I'll take a fuckin risk
I'll prove to everyone what I can do
Where the hell did brian go? I really wanna know-oho
them I'm more than this
And I'll take a fucking risk
I'll prove to everyone what I can do
Where the hell did Brian go
I really wanna know
Where the hell
this is heavy metal
Here's to the heroes, shout it out loud
It's more than a feeling, it's more a way of life
This is heavy metal
The power it's
[Slash:] Aaaaaaahhhhh!
[Dan:] Goddamn, Brian, you killed them all
Now the empire will fall
I have to say in retrospect that was easier than I thought! (oh
Somewhere more quiet, we ain't gotta take it slow, yeah
Pedal to the metal, then I'm right back on the road, yeah
Can love you for the night, but after that I
around and get burnt like a CI
More bars than jail, nigga
Who tryna get a VI?
You dealing with stock owners
Conversation with stockbrokers
Make a call for
so sad at all
Answer the jingo-centric casting call
Toast no in D-con makes you want to be arranged
She's not afraid to be more chaste than me
to parties playing Soul Clap
The old head Jamaicans with machine guns on mopeds
The "Ooh you in trouble when dad get's home, you're so dead"
I'm more Timbs
You lost more battles than you won nigga
I ain't never lost one nigga
You playing Russian roulette with a
Fully loaded gun nigga
And where the fuck is
he's leaving certain things.
I want the states to open more than he does, much more than he does. But I didn't like to see spa's at this early stage,
his fake chains bitch
Fake ass owner, bitch don't pay shit
Coming from a worker to an owner
Fuck a pink slip, be more than your ass with my real riches
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)
(*chanting*)
[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
Craig, crush the hash
The Beretta's in the stash
Well, bang! let's kick it off like a butt
More fakes than Allen front to leave
You lost like a treasure
understand
Just do rewind and read it back (and)
Brian check my mic
Hey can you help me with the tracks (man)
Roll it one more time
Reload the clip we go like
Yo, Denton, you coming?
Yeah, bro, I'm coming
You uh, you coming to Brian's tonight?
A-Ah, I don't know, man, we'll see
You're going to the studio
with me
Crusin downtown turning left on 24
Goin to the chevron cause the homies want more
Blunt raps n 40’s that’s the regular store
N yea I got some
off
But Bob wouldn't knock it off 'cause he's crazy and off his rocker
Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka
You couldn't even take him
off
But Bob wouldn't knock it off 'cause he's crazy and off his rocker
Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka
You couldn't even take him
drove an ambulance to support my dad
My dad became electrician and that's more than I asked
So it sucks when I think of the shocks in me
Took way too much
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