Lyrics:
all dressed in the shit that i like
Is this, alright told you baby its fire
But the, bed room is less a place for conversation
She said baby I like
have been dried
By the glare of the screen
DVDs of anime are all that I have for relief
Ransacked and stranded
On the information highway
Morality
into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
to improve your bargaining position.
And to whom it my concern, it's Tash turn to burn
Bored as fuck with the mic I snatch that shit from Howard Stern
like penis
Smell like death
Smell like demons
Smell like semen
That is disgusting
That is egregious
All of my brothers I know they be feening
But by no
on the track
The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
And who can fuck wit us? Better bring your mic game
Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, Big Mike
a book by it's cover though Not every nigga that might kick it is a brother, no
Fool me once, fool me twice, then it's worse for you
Killer Mike, Last
show up
Still hoping we coalesce
It's over, go with regret
They say that all of that hate is affecting your brain chemistry
Uh I tell them that they
all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
Surely, said I, surely that is something at my window lattice
(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Hello? This is Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(This is the sound)
Please don't get amazed by all these
foreign to that soft talk, you can tell it from my accent
This is arrogant fat black, it is what it is
This that stingy with dick, bitch, not a fuck do
for acting soft
I don't see no facts in yo rap, you cap, you fraud
Taking all this money from the bank, got cash, withdraw
Bitches play it crazy, have
the bell
A rockin' on the mike while the fly girls yell
In ecstasy in the back of me
Well that's my DJ Deshay cuttin' all them Z's
Hittin' hard
it down can't waste no time (can't waste no time)
When you by my side, is the only time, that you down to ride yeah
I'm fucked up girl my bad
Wait
a pyramid
A forced to be reckoned with
Fuck with the best shit
Like the strongest manure
I'm ready when you are this is it
I'm in the lab cooking up all day
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before
"Surely," said I, "surely that is
the reference, the understood preference is that I'm biased
To black shh, black shh to keep me more hype
Seasoned trees get minus disposed right there
Mixed it
throat that's starting to burn
It's for christening the pretentious and anointing the stern
Anybody who denies all the carnage around us
Doesn't know what
to the rhyme
And every line made from scratch
Attached like stripes to shell-toes
Thin spools that hold the herb
Mike, what's the word? (Word)
It's like
to the rhyme
And every line made from scratch
Attached like stripes to shell-toes
Thin spools that hold the herb
Mike, what's the word? (Word)
It's like
That was Everything Is A Lot by
Will Wood and the Tapeworms
Presented by SAY-10 Records
Copyright: Will Wood 2015
Produced, recorded, mixed
you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's
You
learned
Glad it's something that at a young age I catched
Stop tryna compare
Against me there is not a match
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Everyday growing low key like
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