Lyrics:
and breathing
I'm Satan's fitness trainer, exercising demons
Respect the shooter, I'll find the bastard
Hell, my loaded pistol is a fire hazard
BANG!
(Verse 6:
burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway!
He's
Left right left, down the street
Getting paid freak by freak
There you see me, there you don't
You wonder will I, or won't
Is it yes, is it no?
But
pop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these
clear, but maybe I was brought here
To learn a lesson burning flesh is all I fuckin smell
It hit me hard like Chuck Lidell
I'm stuck in hell
Punishment
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
Some days I just don't feel it (don't feel it)
Some days I want my days to pass right by and change my
ain't takin
My specs is on my face, so I know I ain't mistaken
Girl, your man lookin' at me, oh, oh, you don't believe it
How the hell you gon' try
he plannin'?" (What?)
Just make sure that you got a back up plan
'Cause that shit might come in handy (go, go)
Started a label, the album is comin'
hop, born on the D-block
My only goal and purpose is to
Come and make the streets hot
The free spot, when I dine at a Greek spot
The geeks pot
Blacks back and I'm really king/
Bout to be to NY what pacqauio is to Philippines/
Looking out the window like Malcolm by any means/
Can't trust
an A-hole
If I don't pray today
Hell is where I may go (Ayy, ayy)
Grim reaper, bitch, I take souls (Ayy)
Hit the blade and go and find
A ho to make dough
classical,
Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do,
Ain't nobody hot as me
Even if they rap they ass off blast, off and have outstanding
the cannabis
Dild is on top he got no advantages
Girly so wet like she smoke a reefer
Hold my own raps I don't need a feature
Don't need a reason
Raps hot like
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
there wit'chu
Do the house and the kids too
I know what it is wit'chu
You hot, girl I'm thizzin too!
So you gotta be home at 10?
Next time I see you
Every night
When the time is right
You can see me
Ridin down the street
A hot bike
With chromed backpipes
Mmh that’s all
All I ever need
No patrol
around your mind
There's no where to run, no where to hide
In a six-by-six a guilty man cries
For repentance and lost is what innocence is
Same
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
up
Y'all niggas is salty peanuts, we ain't givin' a fuck
'Cause I'm blessed as hell and I ain't next to jail
Ain't got no psycho hiccups, plus I
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
to be celibate
My proof is irrelevant
At this point, I'm dissin' for the hell of it
My bars are like fusion and negligence
Chernobyl is evidence
I kill
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
mad when we talk about Carly
(Who the fuck is Carly?)
Oh, there goes my bride
Drive by his house, burn the pictures
It wasn't love, he'll never miss
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