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my guns come with a compressor
Thirty-two lighters all on my dresser
Testin' me I'ma get you together
Bitch, I'm thuggin', no matter the weather
So

of money get me excited
Roll some fronto up, yeah lets go sight seeing
Been getting high since 12 bro I don't use no visine
I got hi-tech boy you sipping

at least arms length
And when you're talking olders
You're talking past tense (yo)
I don't look up to no one
No new beef so I'll cook up the old one
I'm in

Deep inside its like the soul just put out all the light
Took my last breath pleading but its all in spite
No matter how I try to live I'm always frowned

heads off chumps
I'ma tell you like this (Tell 'em)
You don't win
Cuz I'll break your neck when
I rock your chin
Don't take much for me to get 'em up
Mean

hear
Some no wan know, while some do not care
Took some losses, I'm still standing here

I'll be direct, I know time will tell
I'm all up in their face

from nothin had zero 
Tryna upgrade my dinero 
Not lookin back Not goin broke

Im gonna get better im not gonna sweat it ill be rich it dont matter which

but don't know nothin' lookin' silly bro

Watch how u talk in my Ville
That gets u killed deal?
Nah I'm just playin' for real for real
But don't come up

the reason
I cook up some rhymes, THC is the season
How's that food for thought? Now decipher that meaning
You listen to me, you won't pass a drug screening

bitch, she a ten, so I'ma have to cuff
You see, I don't ask for too much, baby, get ready for this ride
Baby Jet be by my side, kissin' her mouth while I

(Get off me)
I don't follow trends that come with ploys
(Uh) smart enough to know that
Everybody has a choice
Don't get caught up in no scandals
'cause

ya livin' only fo' the mad cash by cuttin'/
Spittin' on tracks with no rhythm/ 

(Vocal sample) You love me// 

Verse 2: Optimus 

It's I, The flippa,

minister
Leading sheep to the slaughter surprise I see demise
Are you listening, you're still-born
You're eyes on high glistening its a stage you're gazing

truck
Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus (yeah)
You can get what you want
Out the mall, no need to hold me up (woo)
Rickity-racks that's all in my

on a late night
(Drive)
Tryna pick you up and we both get
(High)
Already made plans we need to be outside
Hop inside a drop top and we gone
(Ride yea)
Your

Desperate-Rado

Kid Rock

The Polyfuze Method

1993

rado

Got a cock like a cactus 
Now I fuck whores by the scores up ten fold on any fellow
In any town I can be found at the local bordello 
Never

ain’t like I be hiding 
Make sure that ya whole gang swing If you sliding
Aint no pressure bout bitches, 
I just want her mileage 
Need a car with

We've still got long to go
Before we can go home
Call me when it's over
And I'll pick u up and go home
Without you I'm alone, all alone
Don't need

bitches back
Kick they doe;
I'll tell Bush, I ain't no G.I. Joe
I ain't tryina fight it, you, or your damn daddy's war
I'd rather go back to the struggle

really ride for mine
Fosho
Been on the road
She want me to slide
Girl jus' let me know
I'll be there in 5
It's anything for you ain't tellin' no lies
Jus'

fucked up that I'm fucked up
And it's fucked up that life's fucked up
Lookin' back on my life like how the fuck am I still alive
Like every breath I take

Dem Boyz

Lil' Flip

U Gotta Feel Me

2004

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
Whenever I'm buyin (ice)I'm like fuck the (price)
'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon'have me (right)
Johnny gon'have me

I'm with you only high
Might just be a myth, couldn't, couldn't tell a lie
But if I'm ridin' by your place I'll bring the triple nine
Triple numbers

to go
When I would get into debates with other kids, no matter what I said
Nobody took my side, that was f**king cold
In High School, it was pretty much