Lyrics:
Strippers are fuct, tweakers are fuct, your mom is fuct, and cocaine is fuct, your girlfriend is fuct, by my face shes fuct, by a dog shes fuct, by
it
Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift
You get stripped by ballhandlers ruled by swackhammer
Danger, you're dealin' with official
Black Tom got style, Erik can pull shit
Got a brother named Charles that be on that bullshit
I protect my neck with some magical jewels
And can't
Here we've got Avatar in the house
We've got Tom in the house
We've got Evan somewhere
We've got Lucas playing the bass I think
Wait no that's Tom
Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
leave you brain dead
Find a way to stay alive keep it close that forty-five
Don't lose your Soul, no, don't lose Control, no
Don't dig a hole, no, please
it for brain
Do you hang up your frames, No I hang up my pain
But I stay the same, like the last of my name
Made my mark, I'm on the map
Labels call
Cheddar Bob
Price on my life I'm worth my weight in gold
What's ten racks? I spend that on wing tips at Comme Des in Seoul
Sharks wing plate with
odds stacked
Here's Johnny, Bob's back
No idea brains racked
Rack your brain no idea
Staying sane stem the fear
Friends close your enemies near
Not
stacked
Here's Johnny, Bob's back
No idea brains racked
Rack your brain no idea
Staying sane stem the fear
Friends close enemies near
Not knowing how
other that’s a fucking shame
Now I’m heated deleting the number
She ain’t have no brain
You can keep it or leave it for summer sundress season coming
started
They know I be the murder mane, we bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show 'em how
I adore exploring the corridors to Mordor
Doom and murder spewed through the YouTube converter
Still hungry, debtor better cop one of Bob's Burgers
You be there crying when its played by your friends
I'm making movies every night to no end
While you still
Gotta watch everything that you spend
I said
me in the tower
And I don't spout useless news, don't call me Matt Lauer
I'm a person with a mission, Tom Cruise in the zone
Fuck with my 45 leave your
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
Originally performed by Bob Dylan
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five
spinnin' from drinkin' this fifth of Henny
I stop at any deli cause this freakin' with her penny
And ain't no tellin' how many she 'umm already been in.
never sleeps at night
It seems no matter how hard I try, it's like
When I close my eyes
Time is passing by
And I don't want to miss a single moment
I know
me
Bob Marley blaring, it's hot as fuck, sweaty
My skinny ass flexing, so that fat bitches is sexing
My nigga Brain Leftin', O-high like Cleveland
am is simply a black revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain stationary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle Tom house
Discuss these no brains by bob tom Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In