Lyrics:
out behind the Ryman
With Jack White's Raconteurs
And the Good Ole Seven Cinematics crew
Come and vomit down behind the Ryman
That stench that's in
Your problems by becoming rich)
Shit, aye bruh wussup?
See that white van parked outside
The trap over there? Fuck
Fools look like jump out fuck that is?
blow by the kilo
With enough white sand to fill a whole grain silo
Move snow like winter to your door like hinges
Grow plants by the inches find me
as an adolescence
I make sound tracks, still I want to have a score
Recorded for the memoirs of a raconteur, with a lot of laughs in store he's back from tour
Life's
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
with that white, boy
Bitch I'm Obie Trice
Now I could smack him wit' an
Open fist then choke his bitch
Then draw on Cass'
(cast) but not how high school
practice
And my aim will be nice
Cos I'm not an amateur
Or an amatuer but I am mature
And I can go far with my flows, like I am on tour
I work on myself like
like a jack-o'-lantern
Laughing like a jack-o'-lantern
There's a cold wind that blows between the weeping willow trees
I'd hope to reach the river by
says "Ivar
C'est Bon man" I live the life of a raconteur
I play guitar and I go on tour
It doesn't matter that I am poor
I'm a king man
Sixteen sharks
Usin' facts, and logic, with some reason
To white liberals that'll teach em
What they doin'?
Call me white
That's retarded
Yeah you right
Sayin' BLM but
So let me take y'all back
Lessons taught through rap
My nigga Jack for confidential purposes of the story
Born in the motherland with bigger dreams
phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,
Maine in the air till they follow me to the car
Cash money with a bag of this molly to kick it off
Now that's what you callin' a Nicki Minaj
Lettin'
As Allen and Milton and Dwight
If more you would know of this Jack Ash credo
See the Blue Book, the Black Book, the White
If you do you will find wе're
All
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
action
By gah, they say we packin'
Yes you for sure ain't lacking
So both of us
Can tour the bus
And get it cracking
They tryna destroy the mappin'
action
By gah, they say we packin'
Yes you for sure ain't lacking
So both of us
Can tour the bus
And get it cracking
They tryna destroy the mappin'
gerry adams and we'll hang him by the balls
oh i was born under a union jack
as it is my nation and ulster is my home
and i'll die with no surrender
smoked a quarter by afternoon
I walk with a attitude, I gave you niggas change and got no token of gratitude
Like what I gotta do to make you tap in?
I
sale vibe
Ouais j'suis dans l'vice
Jack ice, pipelines en slayt
Bagarre à la Maglite
Ciccio Bello by night
White, baïd'
Dark Knight
Check mes fly guys
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get
with the mayo in yo face
Battle ain't done till the moment I say so
Befin till we boxing announcer yells KO
Jack, Regione
Eating ravioli, and you Think
stuff all look the same
I don't need a Joey Neckbone puttin his artwork on my CD
Drawin Apple Jacks and Honeycomb with me sittin on the throne
No I'm
the world) Who wanna spit with us?
(All around the world) Come make it bounce
Yeah, yeah, we on that world tour with Muhammad again (Yeah)
Fifty cities
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