Lyrics:
your brakes and make your tour bus crash
you think you're like a rocker i dont get you any how
Kill Bob Seger right now, Kill Bob Seger right now
Our high school days were all about prepping
In various ways I can picture Bob schlepping
Played a little football but he didn't go far
Did all
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
从头开始就没善他表面兔子却是狼豺
电话那头传来质疑声说lie lie
everyone can talk about this
e-pal bob and Mike
i try day by day never say die
listen this real shit called tom type
wake up young
the Mickey
Listen you can't kill me, pull
Up, bumping many men, by 50
I've been double-fistin' pistols like
I'm 15 drinkin' wisky
Click, bang motherfucker
I
Mr. Bob Dobailina
Oh were has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her?
I stretch like a condom and gets plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
Mic check one two im just testing
Hey its Tom on the ones and twos are you hearing me
Yeah Optmus
[Chorus]
Dreamchaser
Mic check one two i
Mic check one two im just testing
Hey its Tom on the ones and twos are you hearing me
Yeah Optmus
[Chorus]
Dreamchaser
Mic check one two i
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night
PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night
PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
Bob Al Hashib was a man of the Nile.
A fez on his head and a whole lot of style.
Shady Rashan liked to kill and to rob
And one day without being
I be the Jumbo Wey you smoke
Your Colorado in the most
Four minute ago
You been calling my phone (no no)
Oh baby you kill me slow
You make a bad man
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
inebriated
I'm hated, but yeah, that's how you know I made it
I'm one of the illest, I'm one of the realest
I'm ready to kill this, the people they feel
say you wan face book
Pen wey you take Mark you wan take Luke
Make I rap make Bob Marley nak fish hook
Uh, and e go make sense
See Tom turn gay
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
the road, poor boy
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road
Tom Joad, he met a truck driving man
There he caught him a ride
He said, I just got loose from
out standing over the air tell me who did you kill
Don't do rats ain't Tom and Jerry
I was getting banks from grannies dressing up as Tyler Perry
Who
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
do
What I wanna do, do
So I have to choose, choose
Oh by the way?
If you wanna checkmate, I don't mind
어디 한 번 던져봐
I'm gonna celebrate my life
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,
want her nigga you keep her, I'm hanging bats nigga they'll kill you
I am rapper nigga not killer, I am dog nigga out the kennel
I am pop-star, John
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