Lyrics:
who’s the deadliest
This is the first joint we wrote
Speaking of joints
Ima hit this blunt real quick before I sing the first note.
Fettuccine:
I’m
look up you see strange clouds BOB
Littery
Branding me cleverly
Chance are you grabbing it ?
Dopeness is an athlete It runs in the family
Dem no
listen to the gossip while i'm pickin' thru your pocket
By the time you find you lost it, already made depsoit
Buzzards and ticks and vultures who don't
Bob and weave the pressure
I can't even stand
Who's left in the ring with the upper hand?
Shadowbox your demons
But you pull your punch
Better give up
called up in the clouds
Is there something you forgot to tell me...
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Show me my Teresa, feel it rise in me
wants a piece of me
Just came back from linking Nitz, now I'm taking pics at meet and greets
Hit the road at 8am by 12pm that's 101
Now i gotta go link
face
I ain't even tryin' to fuck
I'm just tryna get my money straight
It's all about who you know, what you make
Puttin' food on the plate
Live
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that you
Oh, bad things are bad
Oh, I wish that Bob would come back
I could really use a big snack
Okay, it's not a burger
But I'll just pretend it is
the nights got dark and lonely
It kind of confused me
All these people, the poets and preachers
Who tried to convince me
Of their right and wrong
And somehow
Lyrics:
1. Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News
by the time he got to the door
And dapped up Von who was far from bored
He was holding two Ski Masks and looked very sure
That this was the path he was
it by the time he got to the door
And dapped up Von who was far from bored
He was holding two Ski Masks and looked very sure
That this was the path he
Love king, love king forever
You know I had to remix it right
Talk my talk
At 11:00PM I be rolling
12:00AM I dove in
Till 3:45 in morning
Sex
This is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt
all by myself
Against your wits and nobody else
You we're such a little sneak
I didn't think you'd bring diseases
Into your body
You said it was
yourself
So you don't know what that mean, a'ight?
Who suped you up to do the record in the first place?
It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face"
is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt that
is false
Then for the good of society
And especially for the good of the poor people who have fallen prey to this confusion
Transgenderism must be
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Proverbs 3:6, 1 Peter 5:8, Matthew 16:24
Smell the burning powder?
There's danger in the air
A voice from
you wouldn't believe it
She gon tat my initials, you see 'em (CM)
My bitch bad, you could tell by her DMs
I could fuck from the AM to PM
You just play,
the greatest
Had to tell your ass again
It's a party at my crib
Full house, no Bob Saget
I'ma call dibs
She a baddie, gotta have it
If she throw it back
I can
the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia
You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea
Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis
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