Lyrics:
and my bros gettin cheddar reelin' side by side side by side (let's go)
I just chopped the chicken, put it in a bezel (put it in a bezel)
Caterpillar
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
Perky calling about to burn another dollar
Popped a Addy feeling like the holy father
Too addicted suit it up and pop a collar
Mother fuckers wanna
Beautiful Black mothers, you raised so many of us
They built abortion clinics by your house to take you from us
Beautiful Black fathers, I know your back
licking if it ain't deepthroat ma
I give you great dick, I make your face flip
Then take ya aboard a nigga Spaceship
Star Trak, my fault I mean Mother
take care of my boys
And she ain't mean her boys
She loved cigarettes so much, once, the hospital called
They said your mother's smoking in the cancer
Or playing by the pool
Been in love seemed so easy
You loved them for them
They loved you for you
There was no need to change
Cause the friendship was true
made a promise you’ll forever be straight
Heart aches whenever you cry them times your mother breaks on you
For god sakes
I’m out here with sauce
They
I'ma cherish and nourish every single breath
When there's no one left, I'ma carry your footprints
step by step, walkin through the, twentieth
century,
N-A-U-G-H-T-Y, B-Y, Na-Na-Na-Nature
Not 'cause I hate ya
Master the matress, flip and fold backwards
One kiss on your cheek will make you backflip to Chadwick
be some CATS that's why they all be some actors
You probably only ever get that line if drama's your major
Don't got me a tailor
These beats they fit
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
step-fa'er at home took it all for the wine
Oh Steven Up Further you can't find your wit
Your teacher is beating and the children won't quit
You feel like
Seats
Unless you Steven Jackson or meta peace
My pockets blessed touched by a angel I'm on my della rease
Hella cheeks inside of a five level suite
Pick
got a nigga knockin' shit off his desk
'Cause of the stress I stack words, make cats bruise they neck tissue
Stay pertinent to the issues
Cut your
My daughter
born in October
deserves a better man than I could be for her
My daughter
born in October
deserves a better song than Cat Stevens
and another and another (what?)
Gun pops, going through you, hit your mother (uh)
When does it all end? I found a friend in a dog (uh-huh)
'Cause fucking
day Holly Ghost, till it's midnight, midnight
Keep Your Faith by the perfect round moon
Never sleep make my body feel good, feel good
Don't be shy, take
Ipack up all of my belongings and just troop it
You know it's beef when a smart nigga get stupid
Then it's justified, rational nullified
Steven shot
When you stand up you'll see
That I'm just showin' love to you
Other niggaz'll put a slug to you
Over your ends
Cats I fucked wit' are
And at your best you get blessed by the fans who profess
That they can relate
With the trials you tribulate
Or the pains you endure
Cause some cats is pure
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