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Ancient aliens, hoping out the mother ship
Fiends knew mе by my government
Right wherе the oven went
Bass and percussion hit
Sort of like Gordon Liu
Keep

on the world that I ever met
Baby girl come feed me Ima straight up get on your ass
Swear to the buddha hit that cat I never put in no love
Broken heart in my

fuckin kicks
I stomp on your face, kick in your chest
God up in the flesh, you best go repent, who's fuckin next, for their fuckin death
I'm just tryna pay

stomp on your face
Kick in your chest
God up in the flesh
You best go repent
Who's fuckin next
For their fuckin death
I'm just tryna pay rent by spitting

on the permission of another
[Word to your mother]
I savoured my props I craved it non-stop
handle my biz like Davis at POPS yo
Knock knock it's the Bowness

squad like Fat Joe nigga
I dog the cat yeah your bitch call me Odie nigga
Flag on the play I got a first we gone decline
I whoop you bad staples in your

It's so tragic, these cold habits leave you rolling in sadness
These cold habits leave you roaming with madness
Your soul's damaged, all you know is

asked me for other things
This what the death of your brother brings
This what the threats from your mother mean
Mr Clean the Maybeline
Off your face my

Raggedy junky hoe
Fuck you and your friends
Bitch and your mother
Hoe

picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser

(Yeah, it's Chucks)

Don't mix with them boys, that's what your mother said (don't do it)
Now you're knee deep in it and your brother's dead

Don't Wanna Die

Loon

Loon

2003

the devil in his eyes
Mack 11 on his side, him and seven other guys
And every last one of these niggaz ready to ride
Beside the fact, that this cat in the mix

Green to chroma key
Greebles on the body, tin cans on the bumper
Slip into the freezing ether like a
Pea coat from his mother
How much interstellar

would've come straight to you
So Fuck your high house
Fuck your mother for having you
You sweet as fruit punch, too much sugar up in your pores
So yea you

from our mothers and we run
Your skin is rough under my tongue
Text me one more idiot Sunday
I don't gotta come, which you don't gotta tell me but you do

Oh shit
This right here is a setup
Mother fuckers talking bout competition
Now I'm sitting here chilling with my leg up
I went and gave your girl

our ways
Bump in rap forever days

Baggys tight looser than your moderate
Whose that getting a truce for abusing few loose cats
Grass is greener like CJ

brothers that’s a character trait instilled by my mother
Cats these days got a victim mentality no common sense and even less morality
All these phones

obstacle
Flexible like fiber optical
Obsolete the truth state of art is at stake
Longevity is non given to non pedigree
Bundestag to Mother Earth cultural

wanna play will be one everyone can sing
Like Ocean Man by Ween, or anything from Queen
At the burial, y'all better shoot your load on the casket
It's

than what your structure is allowed to hold 
I use it as my structure so my garden will be bountiful

Well then I'm a machine gun 
Pushing these weak

while running for the well
Coraline but you gon die
You don't have a magic cat to make it out this time
Listen, I'm the Other Mother
The illest rapping

up with the Mercedes
Yeah I'm sucking on her tats, your mom a rat

Skitty, skitty, skitty skat
Put the cheese on the cat
Yeah you're a girl flat
Pull

motherfucker, this a dead end
(Nowhere to hide motherfucker)

You will confess, speak up, there's a cat on your fucking tongue? Fucking pussy

Let's go, eat