Lyrics:
Folks, at this time
I'd like to do a little song
My dear gram-gram Peg-Leg used to sing to me
When I was a wee tyke
It means a lot to me, and I
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
We talking Holy Feild you know that nigga named Michael Vick
They called me mamma boy but now they call me drummer boy,
They talking jet skiis, I had
some, too
I'll look deep into your heart and soul
(you do have a soul, don't you, Lawrence?)
Make your wildest dreams come true!
I got voodoo
I got hoodoo
and believe and harvest
Seed for the girls who's looked down by the world set em free
(Let me switch it up a little bit)
Took our credit didn't need a loan
or quarters
Donald's orders was blocking them borders
In Detroit them blocks was in order, literally
6, 7, 8 Mile (iceberg) that's just the tip of the D
money 'cause
It come in abundance
Rum-pum-pum-pum, drummer boy come
Run a boy down and then snitch on his mate
Yeah
You gotta be family to eat from this
We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city
it)
Little red ridin' in the hood nigga (hood)
Pablo got me chokin' on that good (good)
And you can't do it better than he could (could)
Fuck Donald
Because he's guided by
The invisible force
He drives a kooky green chrysler
Bad as anybody's porsche
He's a working class drummer
He's as strong
guided by the invisible force
He drives a kooky green Chrysler bad as anybody's Porsche
He's a working class drummer he's as strong as a horse
Me
I'm your little drummer boy
While the eggnog is all noggy
And the fireplace all a-glow
While our bodies are heatin' up
In yuletide places down below
I
Next day the boys were bored
That summer she was all in fo' sure
Takes us outside please I've begged before
Hello Mr. Teacher I wanted to see ya
Balls
Donald Trump's toupee (ok)
I'm a dragon, Spitfire, King Koopa Game over, little flip, lyrically shoot ya
Okay, now hold him, let me kick him in the scrotum
play
dumb
boy, you're smarter than that It's my thing The rhythmatic style keeps
the
rhymes flowin' The friends already bitin' without you
Get these goofy ass rappers out the studio
I'm done with 'em
The squad roll up like a snare then the drum hit 'em
And if he gotta little kick we'll
And a little Cherokee
And a little African-American apparently
Brother got soul and mother gotta bounce
Sunny Cal for the gal and
The boy with the brow
Daddy two
(DB)
I walk around wit my glizzy tucked
Inft my gang fuck the whole fucking city up
So many hoes in the hotel room
Shit like play boy mansion
(Aelo)
Piece by Piece imma get there just like a rubix
These bars a ruthless I just hope I don't lose this
These girls in my lane got me swerving
They see
song in heaven hope you smiling down on me
I just want to let you know your little boy is now a man and I
I walked by your graveside the other day
It was
guided by the invisible force
He drives a kooky green Chrysler bad as anybody's Porsche
He's a working class drummer he's as strong as a horse
Me
guided by the invisible force
He drives a kooky green Chrysler bad as anybody's Porsche
He's a working class drummer he's as strong as a horse
Me
as close to me as a friend can be
While I'll be standin' by my buddy, he'll be standin' by me
I'm just another half of the two headed freak
But I need him
cherokee
And a little african American
ApparentlyBrother got soul
And mother gotta bounce
Sunny cal for the gal and
The boy with the brow
Daddy two was
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