Lyrics:
Campbell’s Soup mmm mmm good dammit and it’s all for me
We can do it do it touch feely shorty can’t keep her hands off of me
We do this shit so awesomely
I
about dissin Christians?
Ha you fell for the gambit
I drop hot shit like rocks that fell to the planet
...So don’t get popped dropped and shelled by
or forgivin'
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle
Marshall Mathers, artist magnets
I'll snatch you bitch ass thoughtless faggots
Then have your garbage asses on my tracks
So I could blast you for target
He'll cum down the chimney
With his big old sack-age
Waiting ass up for him
cnd his package
What he sees, it's such a sight
“Hmmm” he moans by
I can’t even explain the realm I’m in
But I’ll try
Top hat man walk by
Mother fuckers doin’
Cartwheels
In front of my eyes
Unicycle ride by
While
or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're movin' on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle
or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're movin' on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just
or forgivin'
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're movin' on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory and for hours you're just gentle
thought
In the front, not the second spot
In my bag like a check in spot
So if you stressing - stop
New chic, the address I drop
Pull up, she undress then
Peep all of this black owned drip on me
Her-bal healing when I sip this tea
Melaninful from my head to my feet
You will never find another chic like me
owned drip on me
Her-bal healing when I sip this tea
Melaninful from my head to my feet
You will never find another chic like me
Play your cards right
an option for Mbali
I guess the city, Pabi, a Hector
Mixed with Ferrari's, Da LES
The clique and Nthabi a lesbian chic
A Charlie ate and disgested Mbali
She's
all over the bowl to red wine serve ya
You might be the next one we put on our menu
Brought to you in part by the evil that men do
Some change their
don't fear anything but God
But we we too attached
If you bad as hell
I really hope that you don't got
An attitude
Seen her go from a 10 to a 3
Just by
I persist
Like rum in mojitos
Bullets and banditos
Matzoh balls in soup
Jackets and troop
Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books
Nasty
my lessons
The blessings I be ingesting
Come from those already resting
In the earth
We doing work
For the fruits I be harvesting
I give my offerings
Something super liminal at minimal
I'm maximum but minimize the miniscule
Serious as cereal that's been dripped
On by the milky way
My color is my complex so
wearing a Kevlar vest
Girls always prepare for these kinds of things
The car drove by
In the car
Which was driving by
Was Zach
Landon wielding a pistol
His
or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're movin' on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle
good vibes
I give it to you sweet vibes
Take am dey play by heart
Sweet melody oo
No be blues or jazz
No be soup for rice
My other guyz don cast
defined by fame
I've never changed I'm still the same
That's what they all say
There's Your sign that they fake
Cut em out asap for your sake
If you don't
ears hear us now
[Soup]
I put the Bob in the Bob Diddy
Spit it for y'all city
Use what Allah give me
Flip it if y'all wit me
Kinda black kinda
she can't get nothin
I told her I'd pay for it bitch I was bluffin
My money ain't childish dont get caught by dem youngins
I put this shit up they
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