Lyrics:
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Uh, chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust
never find
Too many problems on my mind
Living shife is starting to be
A full time grind
I'm not trying to lose my life
But if I do, I wanna' meet Jesus
by a fishin' hole
That's how country boys roll
Yeah, they work, work, work
All week 'til the job gets done
Weekends they barbecue
And have a cold one
Through Jesus Christ our lord
Roman 6-23 nigga
Read it and weep, biatch
Hit a man bustin' up in my door
So I grab my 44
Now them bustas on the floor
Baby girl forgot to wear panties
So I smacked her on the bum bum
Baby girl love her daddy
Daddy, he play rough
And daddy like to make his baby girl
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons
Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by
even a word
Blurred by the beam of Eden
But circum-scheming made them heathen
Circum-scheming made us heathens
Fake churches choose renegade
Resistors
"Oh my fucking god man, ah. fucking serious"
Jesus Christ, man. already?
Man, time flies like a motherfucker."
Rise and shine!
Yet another day
Don't be hating on my flows
I'ma keep it g that's the way it goes
Jesus knocking at the doe
I rebuke Satan like whoa
Thank you Lord for this nice condo
Verse 1
I ain't ever been a gang banger
Not about da bando
But I'm not a standard breddah
Raised in da light
No angel
But I love Jesus
Me n my
wearing mickey ears
I'm a double entendre, King Kong conquerer
Slide on the beat like Jesus on water
Since i was a nino, swear my life bonkers
Top hat swag,
I can do and then get down on my knees
Cause I can't make it by my lonely, Jesus help a nigga please
[Chorus]
Yeah, much love to everybody
bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
Ditch Jesus, In gold I Trust
I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
Separate myself by sticking out just because
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Rhyme
breakfast on the terrace. Hash browns and peril. Old ironsides or good ship lolli-popper, Davy Jones still got a locker, ak, the opera's more than docs
ship lolli-popper
Davy Jones still got a locker, ak
The opera's more than docs and soccer moms
Now before you kick your feet up
I married and divorced
the page olsen gets
Queasy with the subject
Oh, Jesus what the hell is that?
His name is Waylon Jones in Belle Reve
Griggs and his guards walk down
as satanists only to boot! What a bunch of prats! I
mean these people have no idea, and they've got their noses stuck up, you know, probably up each others
bum
They say proper preparation prevents poor performance
Most of us get harassed by the past so the futures extorted
Niggas don't believe in they dreams
a public execution
So I hope you walk by divine faith
You tried to put a couple chains on but
I'm the fighting type like a Primeape
I spit a tirade
Because
and rights
And oppose the things we faced with
Amused by our cries
And dismissing all that we saying
Even despise
Our willingness to see some changes
These are
we gone give it to ya, that Jesus way
And no not Carlito, best believe I got that sauce frito, hit em out the park, I was the big bambino
Been dropping
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