Lyrics:
can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you (X3)
Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master down with
Joker's still out here
Waiting for the Grammy's
My mans Two Face's
Hanging out in there in the White House
That guy, he knows
What life is really about
My
to look that hard to see what a fraud it is.
We are literally insane as a society for ever accepting this
All interspecies fossil finds are proven frauds
throughout my life those are the rules that I've lived by
A sucker put his hands on me homie I'll give a guy
A jab, jab, jab, uppercut, jab
Get 'em a steaks
time don’t linger
You better put dat ring pon her finger
You make sure she’s yours
All these guys want what’s yours
They’re gonna try really hard for her
And the towels are oh so fluffy
Where the Shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long
And anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for
shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But
were prime real estate, you see
And if we could keep them nice-looking
We could charge more rent for the places around town
Now, I know you guys have
wha?)
'Cause he's not that type
Party people I'ma tell you what he's like, he's a regular guy
(Yo, I'm just like you)
I ain't different from those that
For those in the past who dissed me don't deny it
What? Your sorry? Don't even try it
Word man
People are a trip
Putting everybody down what's up
through
Hard times are part of the life
My heart went already cold like the ice
I don't wan't to be this kind of person
Cause this man here is not the right
to those who cannot act"
Outrage!
What is it now?
This whole affair is an outrage!
Signora, please
Now what's the matter?
Have you seen the size
Why is that important in my life? I'm like, ""What's this guy doing? 12:51."" My whole life is preparing for police questioning that's never going
Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm
praying for those
Seeing them on media they hurting the guys
I idolize got so caught up with image
Wanted to get what they was getting
And feel what
For those in the past who dissed me don't deny it
What? Your sorry? Don't even try it
Word man
People are a trip
Putting everybody down what's up
the eye
Those crocodile tears are what you cry
It's a genuine problem, you won't try
To work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by
the eye
Those crocodile tears are what you cry
It's a genuine problem, you won't try
To work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by
on the shoulder, say, Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, Take care, guy!
He got mad, threw back his arm, and slashed my shirt
I laughed
The nonreligious guy is so totally certain
In his dismissal of the possibility
That the passing Eskimos
Had anything to do with his prayer for help
True
There are
I said hello
she said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
but by the way sweetheart what's your name
she said my friends like to call me exotic
Hahaha go head
Uh yeah
You know what I really believe
Most of our problems are caused by
A lack of empathy
The ability or I say the inability to look
settle, settle for you
Just for you
Just for you
Are you really happy
Or is that what they told you to like
What about your dreams
Have you put them
wipe those feet
Or I can make shit
Go real south for your boys
Like geese
You know the man is
Polite, the manners
Inside of manors
Flash of the cameras
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