Lyrics:
know
When I’m on the mic
I don’t playdough
I bring the noodles
And the sauce
Fisher price is for tykes
I’m a mother fucking
Boss….Bitch
Get out
it's like this when you're old
So introduce yourselves, we'll start with you, now go
You'll know me as the twelfth name on your list
I'm a learning
fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall, the room with jokeros
That's where you get beat by seventeen wicked clowns
you are not a father
I tell you, you are not a mother
I tell you, you don't know love you just repeat the word
You're repeating the words,
You're
frail
On inside mother's womb, Baby braille
c silent scream, a whispered yell
By what could have been, unborn trails
Smoke spirit like embalming fluid
love you as much as I wanted to, but I do
Yeah, I say it now when you can't hear me
What the fuck good does that do me now?
But somehow I know you're
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
we sit and hash it out, in my mind I was cursed it's prolly best you hear me out cah I'm likely to burst
Growing up my mother didn't put dirt on your
the needs
Your family is dying
And you're watching as they bleed
Come on, get out of bed, and do something about it
You've watched decay for long enough
Mother Fuckers get ready to witness a homicide
I'm about to make all your minds get modified
And for you non-believers, Imma take all your lies
Death is your designer none of my niggas never seen a comma
You know we put all our hope in our baby mamas cash never ruled
You get slain by
talking bout?)
Scaling your friends and also your foes
What's the matter with you boy? (Ain't nothing wrong with me, mother)
You big galoot (huh?), you
I'm in the southern states, you know where all the pimps be
Dressin all boogey and carryin' ugly cups
And yes you're getting booed if your s*** does
the pimps be
Dressin all boogey and carryin' ugly cups
And yes you're getting booed if your shit does not get down
And yes you're getting sued by women who
you know where all the pimps be
Dressin all boogey and carryin' ugly cups
And yes you're getting booed if your shit does not get down
And yes you're
beautiful girl
The mornings not over
Horizons forever
Don't you go
What a fuckin' sad way to move out of your home
Ain't no family close by ain't no one
baby, let me take pictures
Skin, sin, wait do you know whose pool you're in?
Beaches in Brazil, steaks on a grill
Your body is a weapon that you can't
was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then
(Me sexy Rap Goddess, me)
I know God
He does not approve your message
You' a Rap Ape
You' a Rap Ape
Your who deserted and betrayed your own group
(Me sexy Rap Goddess, me)
I know God
He does not approve your message
You' a Rap Ape
You' a Rap Ape
Your who deserted and betrayed your own group
should figure out
I'm on my throne like I'm royalty
I'm your majesty
Your majesty
I am carefree but careful in reality
Some theories I've learned that I
as much as I wanted to but I do
Yeah I say it now and you can't hear me
What the fuck good does that do me now
But somehow I know you're near me in
Consistently hounded by you MC pests
If you really want to learn from me
Don't waste time in burnin' me
'cause ignorance and inexperience does not concern
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