Lyrics:
turn into panting
See it’s one thing when you have no money
But when I owe money it’s a madness
See I was 17 when I got
Bumped by a girl and the
Same day
and the same thing for Caucasian
It's a lot of blood that they rinse but I ain't gon forget about a lynch
Like when that nigga should of ran for the Superbowl
Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme
I'm givin' up a dime, there go another line you figured
Never drivin' by nine, never givin' up a dime if you was
of my chickens
You know I make my own beats
Using them by any means
At shows I'll be making a scene
So go ahead sit down take a seat
We spreading all
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
You know am sensitive
The same goes for Steve
My body so stiff
My will to live so slim
I will go out on a limb
Prolly two if not carefull
Am seeking
note)
I do the same thing with my eyes closed
(Eyes closed)
Y'all wanna see a beast you will not know
It's the, yeah I'm city and I'm country
Real
bored of same old me
And real talk for just one second
I still got that smug-fuck passion
Of a kid brought up-by records
MCs' art, spun rhymes backwards
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair
(Mr. Shady, what's a G-string?) It's yarn, Claire
Women stick 'em up their behinds, go out and wear 'em
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair
(Mr. Shady, what's a G-string?) It's yarn, Claire
Women stick 'em up their behinds, go out and wear 'em
enemies do it with devotion
Hi till i die.
Picture me rolling
Its us against the world hail Mary we the chosen
Northwest coasting
Still the same ocean
If
and the Lynch Mob
Cam Threat, WC and the Mad Circle
P.E., them down fools workers, street military
My nigga Kool Rod, my nigga Stick, Naughty by Nature
Cypress
a nephew to the Laird
And I do distain men who are vain, the men with powdered hair.
I command the Nancy Schooner from the Moy on Lake St. Claire
go dot com
That's why I move discrete like the hustlers that I knew
Professional by day I'm the rap claire huxtable
Meet me up at mgm that's nine-five
to get up into and we found it
If you had a problem with a nigga we was down with
We rolled by your set and shot your whole click down, bitch
Niggas
come back the same way
The same way
The same way
Oh
There are some times when we go through
And we do not know just what to do
But the Holy Spirit's
6688846993 shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Sloberin at the mouth I love my teeth I chew that meat up
I really don't give a fuck I do that heat 'um
the power of the tongue is gated by the teeth/ do the words you got locked up have meaning/ when they are released/
Will you be remembered when you are
Then killed by 12
My nigga its really that deep
Look what we do to eachother
Our skin the same color
You gotta Love your sisters my brothers gotta stay
Future what it do, nigga? Boss!
Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys
Was happ'nin'?
Whipping white and baking soda
At the same damn time puffy got
Stay shotgun and aim, lynch and return in a different, different shape
Free from the texture wrapped in recaptures, free from haunting memories
me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him?
Let us dance beneath
your seeds as you go
Fulfill your virginal craving
Descend onto me
Descend onto me
Descend into me
Plough through me
Plough through me
Plough through me
and I bury it (Uh)
My flow like a new COVID variant (Yeah)
Molly same color Claire Huxtable (Yeah)
I got more sauce than a Lunchable (Uh- huh)
Blowing up
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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