Lyrics:
just come back to bed
She was a dime piece of a lady but I took the jack instead
Hello
Yo Fred listen tell me where the fuck your at
Cuz I picked up
When I catch you up in traffic, I'ma put one in your dome
'Cause the day I lost my brother, I was sittin' with my mother
And she told me I would never
Into your belly
Don't let ya mother discover ya
Sniffle, cough, snore
Hum until your feet lift off of the floor
It's fun to creep in the dark without
been black, ain't no hope in here
And we been let down by who's supposed to care
Me and Steven, gull wings, see those is rare
Ain't no Tonys in my
ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin wall with
of death
Livin by the gun? That's the way into debt!
But if you living the life, and living it right
Put your fist in the sky with all of your might
Till you
be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
you've ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the mutha fuckin
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
Take a look out side
Huh miss lady bitch
4ckn excuse moi
Never talk like that
What the 4ck was that
Non stop. Shut the 4ck up
Mother4ckers. Move your
pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
There's rats in the street, and rats in the jail
In the feds, rats wear wires in they cell
Shit Steven Seagal,
got that hell cat
BLAOW
I'm at yo head top
NASCAR race around you rappers
Fuck a pit stop
I rap with no scope
Cos I'm deadly with a hip shot
But one
Beat him black and blue, then stick your knife into him too
Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where is he?
Where is he, oh, bring him to me
Come on,
me they say bruh
Yes I am bilingual
I speak white kid and Español
Hola como estas
Primo Supremo ahh
Yes I am your mother
Hey guess what FLOUNDER
Yuh uh
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
Ever felt like it's run rabbit
Go and chase your bad habits
And if you're feeling hungry go and see what takes your palette
Man I swear I see the rat
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother fucker down to the skit
making noise so we didn't wake your mother
You'd dance in the club
With some guys who were drunk
They weren't looking for love
Just stories to tell each
a forest
And I run through the tall trees with your hands chasing me
The books that I keep by my bags are full of your stories
That I drew up from
Gromyko, mao brings Chou all these
Cats are together in one room
Then - boom! Somebody blows up
The mother building no more
Leaders no more deputies
Steven
King, I'm a demon ayo
Keep me outta reach of your children's ears
This the surgeon general warning
You rap moguls I'm the shit to hear
at mario and you'll get beaten'
come to you house and fuck your fridge
cum inside, on the chocolate bridge
by the way I might have aids from that time your
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