Lyrics:
go wrong if you take a song
Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue sea
Not for me, all that
blue sea
And you won't go wrong if you take a song
Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue
blue sea
And you won't go wrong if you take a song
Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue
wrong
If you take a song
Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C
Put 'em in a box
Tie it with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue sea
Not for me, all that stuff
Not
pay
And my wine (?) and my shrimps sauteed
And I'm chillin' in LA with (?) for the day
Ain't that a bitch?
Foot up on the dash, ain't no brakes in
You can take the moon, gather up the stars
And the robins that sing merrily
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue sea
as that, cadaver her
Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera
Stand back, 'cause here comes your man, Jack, so Pamela, my music box
'Cause when
doing the murdering
I put the cinnamon up in the pendulum
Minimum damage I would never do
I dead 'em like a barbiturates
Omnivorous with the flow
It don't
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio 'cause Stevie know I
ether, he about to leak feces
Wipin' up the streets with her, get em' grr
Reminiscing the wako,
Take hoes, and put 'em in the box, they may chose, I hate
a three day run, bitch
Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in
to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
Ask the Lord
to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
Ask the Lord
the water in the wishin' well
And hang all them scarecrows from a sycamore tree
Burn down all those honeymoons
Put em in a pillow case
And wait next
Just laced up my dyke boots
Yeah you like my dyke boots
Nah, ion tie em like shoes
Cuse me let me step on by you
Just laced up my dyke boots
Yeah
prayed for that, don't gamble with life and shoot to an ace in crap
I'm surrounded by niggas who dream when it's only safe to nap
Stay relaxed, breathe
broad day
Like he fit the description
Pure disrespect, while you rappin'
I don't really be listenin'
Ya bitch want somethin' dark in her
I swear that
a drill like antihistamines
I can't be put in no box
I'm way too sly of a fox
I'll find a way out that box
I think outside of the box
Yo, you don't want
Knock 'em out the box Prime
Knock 'em out Prime
Knock 'em out the box Prime
Knock 'em out
All or nothing now, going all in my duffle
King with
slow-motion
And the bills rollin in just like a coasta
Gotta catch a nigga sleepin late night
Stick em with the toaster
Make him put it all in
Like he was
you lose your tie and your shirt
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em
quick, make the mood shift (mood shift)
Put 'em in pocket with the pool stick (pool stick)
Or sweep 'em up with the broomstick (broomstick)
Sound echo
I'm rhyming it
Several labels itching to sign with it
Let's check the women I'm bringing
In with these ill synonyms
Softly killing 'em
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