Lyrics:
Homo rappers is trapped in the
Closets like R kelly
Putting bullets in our brains
And putting poisons in our
Bellies microchip in
Our wrists and tracker
wanna label me, there's no conjunction
Paid in full by the light, this is my ascension
And i ain't gotta fake shit, ion need extensions
I'm talking
wrist, look like a package of piss
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist,
I have a secret
One that I've been forced to keep
There are skulls in the closet
In the heart of New Orleans
Mementos of my ancestors
Their rotting
our fucking name in your mouth like a throat gag
Trapped in the looney bin they can't help but go back
I promise you man
These ain't the mother fuckers
to think
I wish I didn't spend my money on such materialist things
I wish you fucked me like a good girl
I wish the hell that I was trapped in was just
Man, I felt like an idiot
A couple weeks later playing Kelly’s Olympian
Put my 40 minutes in and then I’m chillin with my friends
And then I see you
skeletons in my closet and some ninjas in my basement
So I'm gonna need someone as my double agent
Kabuto
Called in the medic but I don't bring gauze
disasters I had to master that chapter
You probably won’t make the rapture
I shoot you dead in your sleep I heard your talking was cheap
You better watch what
'm a real nigga, you's arcade
Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch
Now I'm going big, I can buy the house
You sell water
double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans
I'd probably pop five Xans (yeah)
Go in my garage, start my van
Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can
gators that's necessary
Accessories, my closet's a "Pet Sematary"
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo
I run scandals with savages
All
Under the plane trees, I hear your voice
Trapped in the Circus, I must make a choice
So sick of choosing which way to go
But countless chapters are
like three, four, five in a day, ayy
I got a lot of problems, family problems, relationship problems
All I gotta do is just solve 'em
Everybody tryna get
cracks like Sprint
A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it
[Chorus: ]
Aiyyo, aiyyo
I peeped your true colors while why'all niggaz was
just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick
into black and it's all over
Behold the final chapter in a saga
Tryna recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice, the magic that started it all
different cause she was by herself
She looked real wholesome, and in good physical health
I walked by, she said hi
Ain't you the be
ain't the one he tryna mess with
So keep it on the down low or whatever you call it
Before the greatest sex have me trapped in the closet
(Nah, ha ha)
ain't the one he tryna mess with
So keep it on the down low or whatever you call it
Before the greatest sex have me trapped in the closet
(Nah, ha ha)
broke up on a crush
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both
the intellect
Niggas rebellious
Personality, hell where I dwell is well
My man caught a shot to the stomach
Bodies are found down in the cellars
Now who want
The Bible's Books are Sixty-Six
The Spirit - their recorder;
Their stories - how they can transfix
So here they are - in order.
In GENESIS I will
mr. mac-10,
With the infrared grin, I can't pretend,
Who I be, the s-e-are-v aka billy badgate
Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face
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