Lyrics:
high-ho, coming down the Plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
When you see
Leave him leaking, contemplating
While he nodding off
We only came back cause you wanted more
You should be careful what you bargain for
Deep down inside
the street
Imma break all your legs
Try to fight back with the Javahoe curse
I beat your ass worse
Than William Randolph Hearst
Perry knocked over the table
I
OF THE CURLEW IN THE MARSH.
YES, I HEARD THE SHEARERS SINGING "WILLIAM RILEY" OUT OF TUNE
(SAW 'EM FIGHTING ROUND A SHANTY ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON),
BUT
of grandma switches
Call you on bullshit this that Katt Williams
Don't come stealing my shit and then go play the victim, uh
I'm running it up, Niggas is lame
you're being me who's being you?
I'm hot like Patra, Doggystyle on all fours
End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
Mass hysteria,
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
Yeah, its been a while, since you last heard me
Never thought Id be worthy, to fish like this, I aint clergy
Real talk from the laity helped by the lady
call a muthafucka John Doe
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the windows
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here
trouts catchin' feels
Smelling like water no tuna
On top of her hill, crushin
Da rest fodder wave em from the roster
Releasem' back to water
Ooo
Sorry, I'm
to imagine, like Kanye West
Coming back from his fatal accident to beat making and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon'
they played and the mark they made with the shifts that they put in
Sam Cooke and Johnny Murphy, Mick Sinnett and Hugh Quin
John Cousins, William
You're serving under you heard
Who could never be hurt or murdered by
None got fucking murdered by nuns
Upon a time Rob of Locksley ventured to my
Hood
or even like this song
But I'm just speakin MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free
And my conversation's with God, even though he speaks through me
I'm
paying attention
Serena fucking Williams, she's holding serve
People don't know the rules, but they're invested
"Have you heard she's walking away" "oh no,
have to start way back at the very beginning
It's the only way we can make any sense of the ending
So, let's take a pause here
Alright
When your mother
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
clicked the red button and seen it
My auntie just told me I'm awesome I think I just found me a reason
The music I'm making is decent My grandma just heard
It's no sequels, B3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killin' 'em
We was duckin' roulette's in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand
an evil plan written by the Illuminati
Long before Adolf Hitler ever changed his name to Liberace
The details are spotty about him and John Gotti
They've
Lyrics by John Webster
The quarantine officers stopped me
And sent me back to the quay
Nonetheless Shelley and Williams
Kept heading out to sea
I
to give back
I sold quarters of Reggie for like 35
From up top yeah Vernon Road
My hood is like New Jersey Drive
Instead of stealing car
They are stealing
can't take the hood up outta me, you dig
Raised by the gangstas, the generals, the thieves, the twins
Yet I'm stealing niggas, please what you know
Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin'
Paper dat would make take dem photos naked
Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
I
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