Lyrics:
I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah, fucked in the head
My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed
'Til one night he snuck in and said
footage, close-ups in digicam
The wickedest show on earth presented by the man, it the...
News at 6 o'clock and again at eleven!
[chorus]
You ain't think up
of thorns
Yea but my thorns are formed of sound
And I've found sounds what keep me warm
When the mornings born with frozen ground
Put a rope down pull me from
mirages
See for real
Imma blow up no surprising
Meet me at the top cause I'mma make it there i promise
See for real
Looking at the clock
I was born with
see the warning signs
Mama always said I was born on the wild side
I guess mama was right
'Cause when the clock strikes midnight
Gonna ride
My grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half
Than the old man himself
Though
Ringing up Reggie and Potts in a minute
Roll up to your ends, 9 o'clock precisely
And make sure everybody drops in a minute
Man are gonna run like fox in
drama then Tyler perrys family reunion
Iu0027m hot and I suggest you watch with a Clock Iu0027m the pot brewing
Best consider
I wonu0027t even lose by
much, much
All of the people start to rush
(start to rush by) a dizzy twister dance
Can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone
on the front line
Born for my destiny, fit for my own time
Best under danger, flames in the hangar, breakin’ out the daggers, fire from the chamber
Big by
the man of the hour
how I keep time make clocks stop to watch
leave time a verse behind everytime I rock the spot
I'm the curse, two dead lee like Brandon
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
And it
count the times
I can't count the times
Mm no
I can't count the time
Lost my watch
Can't count the time
I broke my clock
Can't count the time
Fuck this
And the women they got frisky
By five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well, going away
There's nothing left to say
Farewell
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
The rope goes over the wall
For the controller born to hold
A stethoscope to a vault wooly willy
Peel off in a barrel over the falls
And down river
"Don Juan"
Waiffa, "man a waiffa"
"Bedroom bully, Girl me now that you like that"
Waiffa, "man a waiffa"
"We born up them hart with a different style
rite in throes
Soiled by the world of man
I am, I am destruction
I am fear born to destroy I am, I am destruction
I am fear born to destroy
Born
ghetto we have to give more love
Like every youth inna mi ghetto mi born as a bad man
Mi have mi gun inna mi head shoot other man it was my mission
Sun
a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By letting her pass I proved to be a better man
She keeps on passing me by (passing me by)
She
a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By letting her pass I proved to be a better man
She keeps on passing me by (passing me by)
She
I said America the beautiful
Land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
And it
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
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