Lyrics:
slick from the stab wounds in her
Dub me lord abortion, the living dead
The bone saw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp
know now, that I feel alone now
I'm just in my zone now even when I zone out
I was super lonely was a stranger in my own house
I'm just tryna show up all
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
the Seven-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings
the 7-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings
hard you would think i might of drownded
Please give me space in this game
It's kinda crowded
TOM CRUISE Vanilla Sky shit
I'm kinda clouded
Surrounded
By
look down to me
Now I'm miles away on a crowded beach
While you sit and stare and you suck your thumb
Now who's the one who's looking dumb
Little boy E
crowded
Take a trip overseas to the West Indies, freeze
JD (uh-huh), music please
I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps
So fat, call me Professor
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out
wouldn't have did it
Puttin' mileage on the rental
And when I called out and said, "I need you," they ain't hear me
Niggas screamin' beef, but really
A hummingbird was buzzing around me by the bamboo
Smoke was coming out of the chimneys
I don't understand myself
I spend the first 18 years of my life
Trying
jeans got me feeling real ugly
Feel myself dropping out
My best friend who drowns me out
To impress the person she just met
I'm a wreck
I could be home
of them
With lead centered in the middle of them
My new house
Is no beatnik hang-out
My new house
You should see my house
That Halifax copter
of them
With lead centered in the middle of them
My new house
Is no beatnik hang-out
My new house
You should see my house
That Halifax copter
of them
With lead centered in the middle of them
My new house
Is no beatnik hang-out
My new house
You should see my house
That Halifax copter
awkward stares
Better prepare he's ripping the Lairs out of the folks
And it ain't no joke when he making Sounds from Baghdad
Chopping em all up in my
shit I wrote
But to me, it's a throw-away
I stare at the four walls and
Rap like I'm mad at God
Nice enough to throw a spear at Nas
Launch at Jay, matter
a crowded Summer)
Paint me in the scene, what a pretty picture
Put me on the porch with the grey hair
My memory stained like the tall thick grass in my mind
in this house, it's some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out
Walk up from my spot, see I don't have
wanna go nowhere
Everybody wanna talk about where
They been and
I don't really care I just stare at em
Make believe I'm listening until I
Pull my hair out
Muskrat, always living in my walls
Clown show, put me to sleep, shitty music break my fault
See son, get out my face, I'm never throwing you the ball
Barry
to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the motherfuckin' Bobcat
Ninety-three suckas want me to go out
Throw the ho out
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