Lyrics:
these other lyrics are just mimics
Y'all are gimmicks
Colder than a summit but I'm hotter than a Skillet
I could put out little snippets
Kill you within
on the tube
I have everything to lose
And I wouldn't jeopardize it for a b**** n**** View
You niggas ain't solid I can tell by how you move
I'm a whole fucking
cant clock it know I'm on go no stopping
Told that little bitch keep it hundred with me from the start
I swear to god man these bitches so ready they
a house on a hill out there
By the time I take my last breath
Put me in a pine box, say a little prayer
And fulfill my last request (take me down)
skillet
And I provide you a ticket to visit your creator
My little mini-mes can't eat a favor
My sweat and toil ain't for the love of labor
I live by
to take me away
I can't front I'd be a little afraid
Cause I don't know where I'm going
Nobody does
It's really more or less hopin' that
When you get there
make it July and it's still winter
Put my name in the rafters
Half rapper half raptor
More lines than protools
You get mixed by the master
Slick as oil
skillet, to all that shit you say you do (KI-KILL IT!!!)
You yappin? Irkin me and back slappin
You ain't no punchtop, it's you is the cappin (GUESS
your lovin' wife.
Catch more fish than you.
Any fish bite, got good bait.
Here's a little somethin' I would like to relate.
Any fish bite, you've got
want lyrics, from the lyrical terrorist
Here's a little somethin for you all to remember Kris, and remember this
I am no pessimist, more of an optimist
to get to know you a little better
Baby can we spend a little more time
You and Me
Oh girl I know I can make you happy
Wait and see
I got so much love
And all I need is just, is
Just a little more time, a little bit
I said a little more love
A little bit more sunshine
Just a little more would be
Into depths of controversy to knock over the totem pole
The higher up it goes the more I'll need to slow my role
Remove a little coal, probe for a mole,
Its my favorite feeling
Tell me who else do you
Know thats killing more than villians
Skilling cooking soul
Out of a skillet
Made a beat for dinner
a ship, I could not reach her shore
We're all just dancers on the devil's dance floor
Well, swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing
a ship, I could not reach her shore
We're all just dancers on the devil's dance floor
Well, swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing
a ship, I could not reach her shore
We're all just dancers on the devil's dance floor
Well, swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing
paper I'm stressed
But I'm not caught up on my flaws I just compete at my best
Yes
I am the one if you don't know me
But my fate is not decided by
Nigga try me and I'm being the mops out
I was outside tryna see what the opps bout
I don't why these fuck niggas hating
Put rappers on skillets cook them
a skillet at it and then she scissored
And run back in up on the hide-a-bed
'Bout that time a little trap door opened up
Little stair steps come down
Yo, yellow cheese, eggs, white pancake batter
Put a little bit up on the skillet
When it starts to bubble
Flip it over with your spatula
Yeah, yeah,
as well take a few bitches with Me
Im "Lenny" nigga
Got it by the plenty nigga
If you really want it
You can really really get it nigga
Any simple little
keeping things casual
Tell me bout then
Say what's on your mind
Paint the picture for me
Baby I'm just feeling that you wanna get a little more comfortable
help one bit
Might fail a lot but I stick to the script
Fall more than I land my man
But promise I ain't never gonna quit
Hard working son of a bitch
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