Lyrics:
Godzilla got pissed and began to attack
But didn't expect to be blocked by Shaq
Who proceeded to open up a can of Shaq-Fu
When Aaron Carter came out
Paul wall..chick magnet in stores
me and mick jones we the future baby
we comin' soon...its the swishahouse
straight to da room
I'm lookin' for
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
I Mr. Thanksgiving
Its for the money this time
Howdy do motherfuckers its Weezy Baby,
Niggas bitchin' and I gotta toke the cannon.
Listen close
fellow, say fellow
Look at Mr. Jones
He's there and he's staring
Even he must know
You're a lucky guy
So why not treasure your highest pleasure
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
When it's pourin' your story needs just a bit of
An octave high Killa to give you somethin' to spit of
This route is so long
And the futures so far
girl
And me and her, we did the twirl
But in just a week, my future's bleak
'Cause I ain't have her or you
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with
[Secretary]Mr. Chandler, Mr. Ward's here to see you.
[Tim Chandler]Hey MC!
[mc chris]Tim, Tim Chand-MC Chris in the house.
[Tim Chandler]Haha, yeah.
Yo this shits for real
Yo this shits for real
Yo this shits for real
Blessed by bob that's how I feel
Blessed by bob let's make a mill
Blessed by bob
[Kane & Abel]
Yo KL hook me up with some of that beats by the pound Kane and Abel
gangstafied guerrilla shit.
We start tightin' up on these
the last half
Of his career, typical manure movin' past that
Mr. Kiss-His-Ass-Crack he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back
Come
learn ten lessons you could apply
You gon learn what it really mean to survive
Living on Juice WRLD pop smoke time
I'll be in my future, come try
Order in court, order in the court
No one else but Mr jones has the
Right to be speaking right now
Order in the court or I’m gonna
Start making some
oh, tongue twisting in the valley!
A cunning linguist I will be
At least that’s what they say!
One day when I went walking
I happened by Mrs jones
Who
Now I'm back without a grasp of reality
Finally see the realism of life in actuality
Finding myself terrified by my own infernality
If I'm gonna rap,
[Dead men tell no tales.
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
Mr. big sleep with the carp
'Stead of keepin' up with Mr. Jones
Gotta look out for your own
Stay in your own yard, play in your own yard
Be happy in your own yard, yeah, your own
lights out! please don’t tell me I can’t handle this! Lights out! It’s my future got to take the risk! Lights out! Shoot my shot I can’t afford
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
let me introduce myself my name is Mr. Russell Jones
Excuse me for that one I had to let that one low ah
And tonight, you're going to see that you
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