Lyrics:
this a gated circus
Escalate contention by times of ten you just made it worse
You motherfucking pussy, I'll never call you a killer
You're a murderer,
wearing linen
Yeah she look so thick in 'em
Smells like cinnamon
Raps sounding better than Eminem (bitch)
Catch her eyes gazing, yeah they look like lil
a convicted, I'm Swerve Strickland with God's Aim I am Paul Bearing, discoherent of all game, but you not as worthy, see soft beats
I make em topsy-turvy, every
phone
Cause this money talk ain't long
But it's got be blessed
Got be blessed
Got be blessed by number one
I shake the game make em lose balance
I'm
Body's kinetic
Look it up, on Reddit
Not afraid of haters
Boy Its my Fetish
They get rejected
Call em a medic
Decapitating,
Afraid to say I'd get it
the subjecct of prose
a rose by any other psydenym is prolly as gross
you drop a track and they ghost
and yet you still wanna boast
well i been coast to coast
niggas different, hate on ya Homie, that's a opp heart
12 Ass, lurking in da mall call em Paul Blart
My ego big af, bitch I feel like P. Diddy
I wanted
scooby doo
In and out these streets
Never played by the rules
clways stayed lowkey
But everybody knew
Can't come close if you ain't in my crew
If you
castrate motherfuckers
The cuts on bodies, I touch puss with the color of mustard
There's really nothing you can call my bluff on
That dope we keep 'em stuck
I'm a citizen n' my citizen makes me glisten
Snakes in the grass green hear'em hissing
Mow em' down call a fucking physician
Imma blow up particle
water
I’m not an animal, guys (rawr), but then again
My goal is to be some kinda G.O.A.T. like Eminem
When I’ll be out, I’ll be cuttin’ throats but only
to the competition
Let that chopper, hit 'em, send 'em down
Swap his spirit
Die now, Ima think about it later
I'm a think about it never
All I think about is paper
I
If I never made it I could have never had the rubber
band start up kit stick up glutes from here to Connecticut
If I never made it by the time they
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
to a lesser charge
Paul wall your next in charge s is hard rappin hard
Dressin hard techin hard blastem like ?
I'm a bad mother I'm the only rapper know by
Glory
Glory
Turn it up a little bit
Let me talk to em
Lord please forgive me for my sins
Tryna find glory in my horror story
I'm just tryna live so
Overdosin'
Michael Jack thriller, Eminem to Billy Ocean
Yeah, you are when the court gets tough
The tough gets goin' all of a sudden
Half these niggas candy
While yelling finish em
So menacing
I'm white they'll try to compare me to Eminem
The evidence you can break out the box
And go be yourself again
the dividends
Looking up 2pac and Eminem
Then I got a little bit a sause from Weezy and Andre Benjamin
Jayz blueprint flo keep killin em
Im my own band like
killin 'em all
On my Slick Rick shit, y'all could "Lick the Balls"
I been cool cause these niggas is ass, but fuck that
Might as well call me pool cause
heads
Still I hope I run your mind keep knocking em' dead
You know it's nearing by your time refusing the bed
Conversations over vino 'bout to alter ego
I switch
To some fly shit, like some silk suits by Paul Smith
And purchase some kicks by Kenneth Cole
Cop a Hilfiger, or Polo goose, for when it's
on em
No Bruce Wayne, still Gang on 'em
Kung Fu kick, Liu Kang on 'em
Don't you see that pain on me
I done been through trauma, trauma
Back to back
a chance
Watch ya hands you ain't in my class bitch I'm too advanced
Taliban way I'm bouta kill em call the ambulance
Never land I just got some kushy from
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