Lyrics:
I need my pockets to get fat like an American wife
I need my bitch so bad but embarrassed on sight
When I fuck her them vocal chords will truly
It ain't over y'all
This ain't over 'til your mom is on
With the pit-stained coat playing Donkey Kong
In a honkey tonk they call her auntie palms
kept your head on straight, you would've made it
Now this shit is dumb whack
And overweight, 30 somethin', tryna make a comeback
Draft Night all over
will be evasive
Reject you 'cause they're afraid
But it's obvious though
That I'm here for a bigger purpose
I'm finding you foes
God is a guardian, my
angels broke cages
They seen animals, we made stages
Became famous by freein' the world of their own danger
Prison mentalities, we're all hanging from
We have a weird homicide
In a scene described by one investigator as reminiscent of a weird religious rite
Hello
They call me Schadenfroyd
Im
do not know
Why, what you get when you multiply six by nine, is forty-two
But rest assured I’m well-aware
Of all the anger in the air
For our home is
to disrespect
Is resolution these days
And if im out of all reason
To find my peace I reject
And block out anything against me Or my people thats with
Working
and who is going through
By the stories that were told
I decided to reject the bold
embrace the cowardly and the weak
we had laughs that lasted weeks
do reject
Huh, looking at me like you know me,
judge me by my clothing skeptical, and all knowing
Step in a room now a days and all eye brows
her story—did anybody ask?
Hm, with all disrespect
I think the American flag was designed by fags
I had it locked before the spotlight
I got a gold
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
It was all a dream
I was smoking all the finest weed
Like a Kottonmouth King
I never find a seed
I'm like Sid Vicious in '78
I wake up handcuffed
But
them Duke, I call them puke I ain't gotta show them niggas no honor
While Mickey D all Americans fill my lineup
It's hard to follow
Tell them watch your
plug is hunter Biden
Im out the game just waiting to 45' it
If its all the same address me as You're Highness
Tell the polices Better not mess with Ecid
still (steel)
In the field trippin'
Did I mention? Our hoods really at war
And this is somethin' we can settle y'all
You know, at a little comedy show we
niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all
all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
What is it? Niggas
niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all
all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
What is it? Niggas
my matchbox in my hand
Burnin' up the pages in my little black book
Start my life all over again
I don't need no women in excess
I can't afford
been wicked all my life
Stabbed my brother with a knife
Shot some people in they body
Using women every night
Hitting lick all through the night
I reject
feel alright
pump it up all night.
Body rock, show me what you got!
Let "Rob Reck" wreck the boom spot.
There is a dance over here, a dance over
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