Lyrics:
either you're a boy or a girl they predetermine your sex
Before you were even born they plan your murder and death
To make sure you never make it to your
thanks
For the face that launched a million pre-teen skanks
You were a virgin, that had to be hard
You've had more bones in your mouth than a St. Bernard
I'm handling my biz
He's the one I split the office with
Sounds like February Music
Sounds like February music
Cuz I love ya
Cuz I love ya
cnd I need
situations like I gotta make it happen
Dedicated to making this music, never faking
That's why they choose it from the
Shelves of your local record stores
Just
fucking right there
Lashing out
With no self control
Lashing out with no order
Use your fist or use your mouth
At any means you take it out
It's all to no
in the AM, by night, there was mayhem, by right, I will slay them
Way them that have been thinking they are deep with it
Claims loving music like they
(go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music
(go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music
don't want fi see we happy
Them don't want fi see me make it out, oh
What do some photocopy
The most power them gain is with them mouth
All who a try
turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz
Ayo, that's amazing
Gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my man child walk
turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz
Ayo, that's amazing
Gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my man child walk
about?
I think he terrible, music unbearable
Rippin off Mase with that look on his face (oh man)
I rest my case
Kalis, wow, I hate her so much right
go do am low key I'll scream (I promise)
The love is so deep in my soul the reason I do it with passion
That be why ahear say my music dey play in your
spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols
I don't care, it's Music To Be Murdered By
So
When I hear, I feel like I can crumble castles
Turn stone to ash
Make a crater on the asphalt and move it back
With my mind, I’m picking berries
in, we take all of your shit
And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it
I be with bitches that be with bitches that be with niggas
I know you fuck with mine though
She said just come over I'm so tired of FaceTime
She said if you wanted to then you would make time
She said if
Spaghetti with a spoon! Come on and say it!
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music Come on Come on
Play that
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin'
to your ear
So truth be told there ain't no best in the music biz
Cause people are different and god is great
So keep the faith and fight for your rights
rocking with that guy, it's serious
Still make him cry when the satire's hilarious
Cold for your areas, flows come in various shapes and sizes
So hot
the face that launched
A million pre-teen skanks
You were a virgin
That had to be hard
You've had more bones in your mouth
Than a St. Bernard
I keed, I keed
diamonds like tip
His skin too clear, his bitch gon' stare
So mind your biz, how they find the time for mindin' mine
I find these college chicks for top
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
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