Lyrics:
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
her titty
All alone in the house
We were playing house by ourselves
(Don't tell nobody)
Go play with David
David's gay
And he's trying to get me to play
the details
I want my album played of BBC Radio Wales
They said okay we don't want people to die
We can always ask it's worth a try
It was a hostage situation
People blowing up my phone, Whaddayawant?!
I got a lot of time, but you is hoggin' up my clock
I wasn't made for you to go and fuck up my whole day
Unified in Jesus
We are, we are
Unified in Jesus
Unify
Man
People telling me I need to be more like the Beatles
Up on abbey road yelling come
Yo Craig (yeah)
There's some real jealous people
out there right (uh huh)
Trying to say how you're wack (what)
How your music's soft (what)
on the radio
Really what time
I was thinking
1982
Hit it
Our crew so fly were covered by air traffic control
We rock the house to the early morn
Yeah Gage whats
wrong
I talk to King David, he say, get your roll on
When I started living, people started tripping
I come from the trenches where people be dying
Couple
no love
The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people
people in the flow,
Would like to just let yourselves go
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, well tonight's your night.
Just eat food, try not to be crude
people in the flow,
Would like to just let yourselves go
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, well tonight's your night.
Just eat food, try not to be crude
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
scared
People come and people go
You're all alone right there
You're all alone right there
You don't know why they have to pick up the phone again
that happens in society
When people are livin low and don't kow where they can go
But peace, I think we all want peace
But it's too much to face,
to people like, ""My family's nuts, man. I go home and my mom's like, 'How are you?' And it's like, 'Oh my God! Leave me alone, you psycho!' My dad's like,
Jew, gentile, black man, white
We all want to help one another
Human beings are like that
We want to live by each other's happiness
Not by each other's
to my peeps in time with the drum
This the taste to say the least
Weatherman LP
It's the shape of things to come
I have seen, so many pe-ople
I wonder if
Yo, you know who doesn't like Mac Lethal?
Black people!
Everybody so I figured I'd euthanize
This quadruple-timing Suicide Girl
For some free
I'm a give em hell for it
Unless death come first
My nigga
I'm a give em hell for it
For whatever it's worth
My nigga
I'm a give em hell
Cause
He forgives them
Check it,
Now he's
Telling every
Fucking fella
Watch his come up
There he is
Glass in my foot
Call it
Cinderella
Keep em' away
grow
Well, it did a little then it dwindled
Easy come, easy go
But I had something to show
Knew what I busted was dope
So I went back to the lab
Pulled
freshened
Hit my bb's line, for the blessing
1st class G, man you know he got to line me up
Trims so hot, do a couple laps of the block 'fore a nigga go back
Baby, you so special, you a diamond in the disguised
Baby, you know I'ma playa', but you stay here by my side
I done fucked up off the drugs when I
And watch your leg snap like a frozen tube sock
Suddenly you feel the need to leave your passion
But when it comes to letting go yo it never happens
17 you
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