Lyrics:
Got em out to lunch. Boy I doubt you tough, with your
Fruity pebble a** boy I'm captain crunch
I'm a bad mutf***a, Madelin Wunch
Dude who the f** is
Nothin' but some roaches
Smokin' a jumprope, call it a double dutch
Raisin' my levels, know how to double up
Drinkin' apple juice up with my double cup
You
by the sea
See the blood soaked sand go down to the sea
I remember three years ago when you came up with that idea for Therapy
It was apparently
Chain-link cover that I spray each sucker from
You don't know but Jay-Lee's gutter come
Pop a dumb freak like an appalam
We can get deep like an avalanche
You
on kush
From a bush you'll never touch
Being approached by hoes before
You couldn't fuck
And all they wanna know if you be down
(you be down) if you really
get away with yours
Because you're whole game's outdated
Which leaves all the pretty women heavily sedated
Mummy you can play your Ripley's
tired of playin' horseshoes
Mama she'd call me over to her side
You know she'd say I'd like to take some pictures
You could see her face light up with
I'm with my demon twin, demon in my blood and in my soul, pass that heater twin
AP on my wrist, my diamonds dancing, but you know that twin, ay, ay,
You and your boys are back full of pricks, if we come to your party,
You know we're gonna leave with all of the chicks
If you're a duku man, you
the worries got experience
Come kick it with the boy that Lee 'em
If you need some
Wisdom, listen
My mind is playing tricks on me
Whose triggered
When under
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
the interview
want to be worldwide, but you can't fuck with I
You try, you die; don't deny the fact that you got your back
blown by binoculars,
load up
And come looking
But on another note juice album
I understand you dropping single
After single man
You give' em a lil taste man
You getting they
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
clique
Put a lock on my dick 'cause my brain is da key
I ain't wat you want so quit lyin to me
See I was born by myself
Imma die by myself
wrath
Wrath play house, is where it's all at
Through anything, album stay on my back, back
Can't reach the charts, with all this weight
Ain't dropping no
this (hey)
I feel like Mike T., I'm good with the right wrist (hey)
I'm makin' movies, I feel like Spike Lee
Ain't nobody like me, ain't nobody like
on my dragon steed,
He by the road and I by the mead
6. The Doctor’s Prescription
A purse, a purse, for better or worse,
Indeed would you know it, I’ve
caught by the law
Take her backstage, bless her in the bathroom stall
Afterwards she treat me like a God
Hang with me I show you how to rock
And this AR it
with no solo tour
Niggas say it's over for me I go overboard
Back against the wall like my poster but I'm the poster boy
Not from the city if you let
that red album
Cover me with pixels so I don't see the outcome
Fellow don't approach me I fire
Not afraid to fight, when I see stars in sight
Trained by
through to the left
Go undergroud with out diggin so far ended up in west
China
Yo Style sound like you've been eating some bad vagina
The Unseen
you
Planted out in the mitten
Came out Chicago style
Wanna take you on a road trip
Til' we get tired with the song for a while
Prop your feet
Planted out in the mitten
Came out Chicago style
Wanna take you on a road trip
Til' we get tired with the song for a while
Prop your feet
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