Lyrics:
She like how I'm dressing
I just be dripped in the extra
Spent like eight racks on this fit
You can jus tell by the letter
She like how I'm
it
For The Fame
But you gon' know my name
I ain't in it for the change
I like big bills
By dead presidents
Pianos play on the key of life
As I dabble
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
tailored to my discerning palette
Did you know Q is the 45th letter in the alphabet
And that’s how I know that the 45th president
Sends secret codes in 45
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
This next song, is a song, is one of the first songs
That I grew up listening to when I was into punk rock
It's song by a band that we respect a lot
the preacher on TV, the false sincerity
The form letter that's written by the big computers
The nuclear bombs and the kids with no moms
And I'm fearful that
on the deck
I swear I shoulda wrecked
20 years of running from my calling, what did i expect?
called again i came correct
I'm like the presidents elect
Never
blood
and you can tell by the way that I spit I'm from the Ssipp
Crooked letter born we hustle to pay the rent
Crooked letter raised playboi I represent
the preacher on TV, the false sincerity
The form letter that's written by the big computers
The nuclear bombs and the kids with no moms
And I'm fearful that
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
administration
Determined to shut it down
I attended some of the parties
Had encounters with some of the boys
I was haunted by my nature
And a punishing voice
I
you
Badder than you
Radder than you, etcetera
I told you I get paid by the letter like
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXY
ZZ top, yes he rock
And me
the trouble, much closer
I'm only twenty-three but my mind is older, and it'll forever be
Dead presidents to the homies, death to my enemies
Murder, murder,
game we got to attack it right
Each one of us is headed for the grave
This old crooked world won't be saved by the passive type
This is a letter to my
to blue
There are more hats in Team Fortress 2
Than there are real forts in the whole EU
'Fort Boyard' took 56 years to complete
So by the time that it was
please pay attention
To the following line of succession
That's been in place since the 1700s till today
It all began when the President had a sudden
and Lee Harvey Oswald came
With 15 letters total and they went by their three names
They shot their victim in the head, a Friday, it would be
One ran from
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
in all its forms
This petition was written and signed by Benjamin Franklin
It cannot go ignored.
If this comes to a vote in Congress
What is
a couple of neighbor's names
I kept readin' and I sat down on the porch
It was a letter to the President
With a list that numbered one to ten
It
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
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