Lyrics:
in berlin?
I don't live in berlin.
Where do you live?
I live in texas.
Texas?
Texas.
Oh I see, lyndon johnson lives in texas too, does he not?
I know,
into a game
Their side decided by fate, products of rape
Raised for months to meet their creator step over the gate
To escape their bodies and chains,
constant, life for the Con got worse in his comics
Uphill battles leaked, by, tattletales tell my pad I'm alluring (a Lauren)
My bae is always judging what I
to throw in Gomes to get it done
It's on and I've begun the scissor cutting stuff
Come on come one by one by two by two by three
Welcome to Boston
Here's our
the Balls Johnson (yeah)
Dick you down, take you 'round, got you mall hoppin' (yeah)
You been ballin', baby, this ain't even called shoppin' (yeah)
Money
wide awake (awake)
And I wanna stop by (come on over)
So can you get up and get out of the bed?
'Cause I wanna see you
And I've been wonderin'
Can
anger, it's all caps
Who is Alterak? You're crushing your stakes tonight
Cuz I don't squash beefs, big ballsack, you fallback, get your skull cracked
I've
the ?fridgerator naked then the cupboard is bare
People got to strip naked, stick ?em up in the air
Wasn't lies when they told you wasn't nothin' to fear
Somethin'
around, see El, and I smile
Hell coming and we got about a mile
Until it's over I remain hostile
Mere mortals, the Gods coming so miss me with
rollin' up
Dutches like that muthafucka
Got beef with the kid, click-clack muthafucka
Let the bullets burn your six pack muthafucka
Get jacked
Muthafucka
glock sick it's Magic Johnson
You don't get no pussy you jus whip out the Johnson Johnson
Pimpin lil baby she don't got it I'm not responding
Spot em said
supposed to haggle.
BRIAN
No, no, I've got to ...
HARRY
What do you mean, no?
BRIAN
I haven't time, I've got to get ...
HARRY
Give it back then.
BRIAN
lil nigga but you still a dyke
Lookin at me Weird you gone get yo face redesigned
Verse 3
Like a tour you can get yo shxt pushed back
Got a bag full
lookin' for a buzz to get hot
Now they comin' over to battle rap
What the fuck we look like, Love & Hip Hop?
(I got somethin' you gon' like...)
My new gun
countdown
Zack Berry it's now your time
To get murdered by my rhymes
Murderous flows going over your head
You are too friendly act like Ned
Can we talk about
up over straight
Plus that Malibu Rum
Got these hoes and I can't wait
Yum's make me cum
And the know what I want to do
Get yah straight stuck
Get em'
tried and I've tried
To get you out my mind
But it don't get no better
As each day goes by
And I'm lost and confused
I've got nothin' to lose
Hope
Vivisections performed by Gillette
And Unilever walmart moves in to monopolize
And rape communities
Nestle is responsible for third-world deaths
From baby bottle
if it's money coming in i give a hand
Staying alive ain't no joke
I got uncles who life got took over by coke
Now i'm nineteen fighting fucking charges
that’s what I’m into
Though I’ve got struggles
One handed snuggles
Are a sin too
Me too
You should always
Use two
Hands
But don’t get handsy
Without
And functions I gotta have em
Even though I tend to I lay low
Disappearing like Danny phantom
(Going ghost)
Hopefully by 32 my pains are gone like Magic
Johnson
on Cassidy and
A scuffle breaks out between
The entourages and delays the battle
For just over five minutes
You get ya jammed up, I got my blue bands up
I'll
tried and I've tried
To get you out my mind
But it don't get no better
As each day goes by
And I'm lost and confused
I've got nothin' to lose
Hope
It don't feel, it don't feel, I don't feel it no more
Things don't feel right over here
Lately I ain't been seein' clear
It don't feel right, it
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