Lyrics:
there anything? Isn't there anything?)
Maybe perfectly balanced mutualism is a myth
(How do oxpeckers know that the rhinos don't want them to go?)
But
rapping
Never cared if I'm the best at this rap shit
Drop a tape if the homies like it that's a fucking classic
I'm in the with the top off
All the
between the wrong and right
The end is nigh
Hip-hops Armageddon needs a Messiah
We need a new riot
Hell yeah I'll be that guy
You killed the rap devil
the car keys in it
I'm getting out
Each brick is a pixel
Each step is a stitch in the dust
Grass it'll whistle
Buzzed by the breath with your lungs
right on it
Name anything freaky and you know I'm 'bout that shit
Only time I'm not on the dick is when I'm 'bout to shit
Pubic hairs all in my mouth, not
song i'm so far gone
Picked amphetamine and I know that shit long she ask what's wrong
Think i'm burnt as fuck I fuck with her too much is this shit
that pussy ass shit, She want that real nigga dick
Fuck that fake shit, she want that real nigga dick
[Verse 1]
Murder with no guns is all we know
as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons
That you can see fly by
At night.
is dope, I love you but don't
Tell me how to be me though
I've been me i am me
There's a Richard Pryor interview
That you can
Watch, about people
all-powerful right?
What is evil though man? It's anything that's against God. It's anything morally bad or wrong
It's murder, rape, stealing, lying, cheating
really does exist
But I digress
They got me tapped
And on a bucket list
But last week
I came fast
With like three chicks
I gave them weak dick
That ocean
Chuck T
You know who even bang a set out there is CB
And, nigga, Cole losin' sleep on this, it ain't me
You better have some paperwork or that shit
tells me
Things are not so clear
I know how I feel
But that's all relative
Let's drown out
These emotions with more beer
Am I right to think
I know
sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?
They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that
But those who pop they shit get the shit
meet Mr. Excitement
Got my D.D.L. on me, that's my Dick 'em Down License
Never wife 'em, strike just like lightning
I stay piping, hype just like Hype is
imprisoned in it
Though I was innocent with it, I wouldn't hit on a woman
Y'all wanna hear the rumors you hear but there's shit that is missing
You fuckin'
just the one
Somethin' to show ya that you are second to none
To all the fellas out there with ladies to impress
It's easy to do just follow these
giving, girl
And I got just the one
Something to show you that you are second to none
To all the fellas out there with ladies to impress
It's easy
and on the move
You could play no pranks with Skimbleshanks
He's a cat that couldn't be ignored
So nothing went wrong on the Northern Mail
When Skimbleshanks was
carburetor on a '69 Camaro.
And much, much more than that.
He learned how to make love with his girlfriend,
Julie like a real man oughta.
And Dick gave
there
The motherfucker there wasn't
Nuttin stoppin him
(What what did the rest of his niggas do?)
Man the motherfuckers was just
Ready for anything
Them
that was me i’m
The most chill cool parent there
Is who has time to argue? About what?
It’s about our little guy you
Haven’t had to deal with what I’ve
of CJ and I’m about to introduce you to this brand new drip
We calling this one vibewalk
I’m hear to remind the world that anything in this life you wanna
We?ve sent a janitor over there with a skeleton key, we should have her out in any moment.
KWIRK
But this is an emergency! Can?t you do anything
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