Lyrics:
(intro)
This track, is by no means, to disrespect, you men and women in blue, that's
true...
But you know there are a few of you out there...
That's
Moses stood on the Red Sea shore
And smote' the water with a two by four
Pharaoh's army got drowned
O Mary don't weep
O Mary don't weep, don't mourn
the morning
To be out walking down that road!
Just feeling another day beginning while some fools just rushing on by,
We'll be like some Mr. Independence: we're
and almost copped me a Fort Nelson
Mr. Hustle hard, now they claimin' they my cousin
I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband
I'm in some
a virus Trojan foot
Making progress like I knew I would
Fuck a rat race don't need paper telling my place fuck up out of my face
Drinking red wine by
Ya'll Put ya'll L's up for Mrs.Lee
But Yeah.....
That’s my oldest son with the low fade
Quin...
And that’s my youngest son with them 4 J’s
Riqo....
Intro:
Yea…..Mr. Criminal Lil Passion
Why these motherfuckers trying to go against our people, homie?
Go against the gente you get smashed out like
Most off-putting, gag-inducing
Oozing with a glowing red goo
That's not to say it's not okay to be a reindeer
Just the snot gets in the way
Caesars
Instead, dare iz a dark side said by Red
I'm consciously
Cruciously coming for your head
I'm from a small coast called
Stay Out My Path and from
"Here I am"
Bring it out and show everyone your pointing finger!
Mrs Claus!
Mrs Claus, Mrs Claus
Where are you?
Here I am, here I am
How do you do?
the reds and blues
'Cause I don't like it when you shy
Then if you run out of gas, go get pumped up
I'm gonna be here by and by
Pass them pasteboards
And the deputy told the new sheriff, double up my fee
And I'll go get that outlaw, by the name of Stackolee
'Cause he's a bad man, that mean old Stackolee
ya wife in red and pair in twos like handmaids
Then steal ya baby on its birth day for the grand parade
Fuck your pampers day I'll slice your face off
like vaping
I'm in that red like I'm Satan
This be that below the basement
I need the beef I can taste it
Neverland Neverland flying high on the green
my process, yo.
I remember driving down the Sydney freeway
Wu-Tang blaring then Tech N9ne, thatʼs what we played
Two peas in a pod, pun by pun relay
make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit
make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit
O Mary don't you weep
Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore
And smote the water with a two by four
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you
I'ma make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red s**t
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
Lay way back you cats, dig in
Live a while, yes, Mr. Mack is movin' in
Though the shark has, pretty teeth, dear
And he shows 'em pearly whites
Well Mrs. Pharmacist, I insist, fix me up with something quick
I've been a bad little boy and I think i'm getting sick
Sick to the bone, slave
Prix
Mr red knows I pose a threat
Yea I'd like to see him sweat
Dr vibe tends to get hypnotic
Reality thinks the prince be is erotic
The magic wand
Christmas on the beat
Santa in the sheets
It's not my fault Mrs claus wants the D
(Trust)
Mrs claus, Ethan's got her on all fours
None of your wives are safe
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