Lyrics:
(I'm working on dying)
Rockin' that denim on denim
That's that Canadian tux
No matter how many times I hit it
That ho, she still wanna fuck
Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks
yea u know we steady stuck.
Yo bitch she keep on staring imma fuck her inna truck
Never caught up in a rut
Know this music is my drug
If you dont feel
entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes and the
Burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Boom
entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes from the
Burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Robots
entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes
And the burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
can't handle
Mismatched Canadian tux
Green eye won't give you good luck
I'm too clean, I still got the suds
I'm movin' with integral sums
Mismatched
the evenings, cooking or smoking, and watching the blazing light of the huge Canadian sunsets as they turned the lake into fire.
Later I lay on by back, looking
is real life
I spit the scriptures with vision mayne real pimpish like
You like to slap this in yo' truck cause it's real right
Hit 'em hard, never
up, shake the hand
That drives the truck and works the land
Give a shout out to the man
In the greasy John Deere cap
Got eighteen wheels of chrome
A smashed windshield, the dust on a pickup truck
Shine with silver secrets in the Albuquerque sun
The light makes jewels of pawn shops and drive-thru
You ain't audible, your audio is hooped
Take my verse as you shake in your boots
The Canadian fellow who's mellow
Is back with the Troops
The Troops are
lined up like
Prey in the Sahara
Dismount front truck cab and stampede
The pool of Steinlager like
A school of piranha
Box under arm but still under
bottles over, but don't provide the light
Get the aluminum pole and fire right
And smoke [?] hookah the entire night
I just might fill my truck up with some
allergies
How in the fuck
Ish God cllah
2 in truck
Them smuts u said sent u here
They done set u up
Niggas type caught in the rush
Roll in the weeds
envy
Truck yo' fuckin' ass like a semi
I'm proud of my work, no Fendi
I'm Canadian my nigga
But do not get it twisted
That don't mean I'm friendly
I'm
and punches
Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of
Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced
With her in the truck cuttin' it off
I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff
She
owned a warehouse block Where he traded in trailers, trucks, lights and livestock Then came that famous day you all know He went to buy a hacienda
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