Lyrics:
She like to act traditional
A virgin
But her body count
Say she a modern woman
She had thirty bodies
That's more than Ted Bundy
I call her pussy
Sin
you into a zone, let that energy flow in your veins
And when I start to hear those Kelly Bundy howls from y'all, I'll know where am. . . know what i'm
chippin' teeth
We touched by different evils
Angels kissing Keaton, hope we'll meet again
I'm addicted to the thoughts where my friends stay
And I just miss
no lectures I don't need fake niggas advice
I'm living free and wild like a bird in the sky
I don't care about the consequences I'll deal with them
E3 smoke nigga
Ike Hendrxx
Y el papaupa
Esto es Street Flow puñeta
Ike Hendrxx
If I said it I meant it
If that bihh good I'll spend it
Everything
attained from the best bitches dumped in rain forRests must remain honest Bundy Rifkin in a range rover
Celibate hack-saw cut the fucking head off it
sure, there is
A direct, not inferred, reference in
Her lyrics to "salad tossing"
Which, to be clear
Is the act of being anally probed
By someone else's
"Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
A fear if I freestyle lyrics-a-fury
My third eye make me
here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still
I've been wearing my crown
You weren't born no ruler, just a jester, a clown
They be liking my lyrics but always telling me to dumb it down
I'll dumb you
cause you'll be the last ass to blast fast
Way, above the rim
Word to Birdie I'm from Jersey leavin niggaz actin nerdy
Back sturdy, my dirt, by my lonely,
didn't know, my man Breezly Brewin is about to give you the raw deal
You know what I'm saying
Yo check it out one time uh
Heyo ya'll niggaz know
friends
Livin in a digital age
I made it all by myself
Better gimmy a pass
Im smoking all of your gas
(Hold on)
Pass me some dope
And you get what you
just a grimy hater, I'll raise the crime rate up
I'll beat you up, steal your drugs and I'mma try them later
Soon as I get on methadone I'll make your
the one boarded up and you can tell all the lights are off
Sometimes you can hear a scream but it gets drowned out by the electric saw
And I'll never stop
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
'Cause, shorty, you love me
And I love you too
And I promise I'll be true to you
It is not about lyrics anymore
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's
I'm tryna be the best so I'm testing my limits
While perfecting my lyrics by connecting with spirits
Letting you hear it cos I'm trapped at the minute
people call them ghosts
They talking through these lyrics
You can say that I’m the host
I been having trouble sleeping
You can say that it’s provoked
By
and my track'll be blacker than Cocoa
This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so
Don't dis the Tung Twista
Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper,
Limpish Limpsson
By lyrics you're amazed
By my fat you are afraid
By my powers will be saved
I will destroy the world, grenade
My rap give people
fuck dont stay im cocky
Cant remember your name remind me
Mack bundy i aint claiming bodies
It'll all be ok if you got me
The minute they act like they
nigga ain't no replacements
Off da books u can tell by the fragrance
Hittin liqs young niggas was taking
Stayed humble young nigga was patient
Blowing gas
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