Lyrics:
on your head
What? Ted Bundy? Man, I'm not as handsome and as charismatic
And I hate serial killers and the fucking rapist cuz they don't got the guts
bones
Knick knack paddy whack
Ima killer Ted Cruz
Zodiac
At my brother's funeral
Damn he look consumable
So I took a little nibble just a bite up out
(nigga) , look like I just moved in (nah)
I set up shop around my crib
They come and cop
The fiends might get stopped around my crib
Got the heads up
a madness to my head
We ain't together so there's no breaking up
And it don't look like were gonna argue so there's no making up
I can tell that I'm
niggas librarian quick
And put them thangs on the
Boat like Nigerian kids
I'ma black mac, hoodie up
I ain't do it for the look until I
Got the Ramada
altitude
So y'all
Better disperse; shredding this verse, letters to
Words, verse a definite murder scene
Picking up speed, no delivery, if I’m out to
Get you
to T.E.D
Mama wrote me a letter said I'm the best she like "Son you got this"(Yeah I got this)
I am winning so I how can I stop this?
I done ran up numbers
Ready for bed, and I lay my head down
I hope I don’t die in the night
Right now I’m ready to fight
Put my arms up, and then I
Just starve, what
damage
Then I buy us a round like Ted Danson
I look like Jessie from Full House, it's no doubt
'97 Gwen Stefani sleeping on my pull-out
You're never too
heading up above, aye
I don't need to tell, I just do it 'outta love, aye (I just do it 'outta love)
This is for the niggas, who inspired by the thugs, aye
went through
Thought I was adventurous
But ended up just being foolish now I see
Seeing nightmares flash before your face
You gave in got manipulated by
was so bad to deserve this?
Everything could have been so perfect
But life ain't a fairytale, I'm about to be hoisted up in the air
Forty feet below
rock they went
Look up from our telescopic laair,
One star for us to share,
We continue on our prayer.
Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid
She’s calling me bad, so look am bound, to get blown
Get out the gaff, everybody go home
Av got my gal, licking her lips, gimme noddy lets bone
Tried
was so bad to deserve this?
Everything could have been so perfect
But life ain't a fairytale, I'm about to be hoisted up in the air
Forty feet below
to be cleared up. It had no human personality as it were. It was just a map reference that would be passed and forgotten by the end of the day. Inside,
I'm for the streets
If you ain't trying to help me up
Then You ain't the one I need
We can do bad by ourselves
I think we both agree
(See when y'all in
from the bottom, yeah, that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty niggas, so I like 'em thick
And by looking at your curves, you what I deserve
We can head up
in arm, she is my only friend
When I get to the end I will look out at the traffic below
And I will smile sort of sweetly and tilt my head
key
Who are y'all to disagree
While everybody is looking for somethin'
Where the lookouts look out and be like "cuckoo, they comin'"
So it's nothin'
frownin'
Forties of Busch I be poundin'
I ain't dead in the head like Manson
I'm more laid back than motherfuckin' Ted Danson
Hanson brother style when
at my head! Just
Call me! Talk to me like a man!
I’m not trying to be the man
I just am a man, the same
As anybody here! I ain’t above
Below none of y’all
at my
Head just call me, talk to me like a man
I'm not tryna be "The man, " I just am "A
Man" The same as everybody here
I ain't above, below, none
burnin'
Return of the no good and I won't quit
(And the next thing I know
Something came crawling up from below
Something that made Godzilla look like
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