Lyrics:
My vocabulary murders the dictionary
Flow switches every sixteen, the shit mean
Man
Shit, I'm heavy in the game
I ain't worried 'bout a thing
Last man
to go ballistic on
You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher
I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological
Quick to tell a bitch screw off
Public, these bars is for all y'all
And eventual Nostalgia
Nostalgia
I could spit a couple hours on a rhyme, make a dictionary
Spit a couple hours
who's Peter's son?
Chris, Chris doesn't miss
Chris could never miss, cuz he's fat
He seems like the kinda guy that would own a rat
This guy, he was so
talking, ya know,
trying to sell my records to distributors
And they wouldn't take it because, you know
Some fat white kid figured it'd be funny
could I say
That's as exciting as insurance sales down in BFE
Then walked in a man I could not see
There was a fat guy sitting in stool number three
I ran
of a clock
That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading
They catch chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings
Now what's a coffin with
to that "rock 'n' roll" fame is this Cleveland steamer
Urban Dictionary that
Your bitch is very fat
On this dick is where she at
And to think you thought
score, why?
I'm hittin like Mattingly
Get your fuckin Webster's dictionary
Look under "fat" and you'll see my profile so smile
You're grinnin like
Every rock band has this guy
Not many people really know why
He's got a cell phone and a backstage pass
He's got a big gut and a big fat ass
He's
Fat Guy in a little coat
Rolling blowing choking smoking
Rolling blowing choking smoking on a
Fat Guy in a little coat
Rolling blowing choking
with the rich roasts
And the fat roasts
You've both got poor flow
Like some lactose
Your bars were weaker then the ones you pick up at the gym
Last time
I'll never be on
One pill and I'd be gone
Constantly havin' to hold sides of myself back
Or else they'd lash out and attack
Then I'd truly be the bad guy
alexander
Yeah I got hoes I’m a farmer
Kappa, cop her Dolce and Gabbana
And her ass fat, she a clapper
Skeng call her messi
Cause I back her
Pull up with
kill n bury
I kill n bury
Spitting out bars like I swallowed a dictionary
I'm with an Italian hoe
She playing games when I'm playing Fifa
Piomonte Calcio
about it
That verse was wack as fuck
c 4-year-old says words better than that
I studied the dictionary like Em's
You studied the dickionary flipped
verse
Started borrowing books like they were going out of fashion
I was gobbling them up
Developing my passion
I was reading the dictionary and a load
February
Pockets getting fat wallet looking like a dictionary
Head shot bet this Glock clean up the block bitch I'm sanitary
He said he want beef but ik
Ass so fat body blessed
Love those curves in summer dress
The things I say you think are jest
I'm dictionary marinated
Serenade these words off pages
They call you fat and lazy, your commentary crazy
They photoshop your face on a box of McCormick gravy
And now that inner voice, the ego, making you
Clan
Representin Shaolin to the fullest son!
I mean I'm here right now with my nigga Fat Ji doe
representin the Boogie Down and the rest
a centerfold that loves to blow my money for me
(Does this make me look fat?)
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd
a centerfold that loves to blow my money for me
(Does this make me look fat?)
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd
Every rock band has this guy
Not many people really know why
He's got a cell phone and a backstage pass
He's got a big gutt and a big fat ass
He's
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