Lyrics:
She had a back pack knapsack
Marshall half stack she was sellin'
joints in school
I like her 69 VW bug
and her homemade tattoo too
Torn bell
raise the stakes and see what the fuck u can do
Might be too late it might be bait but Norman been shut down the school
Norman been shut down the school
and it's gon' drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock (yeah)
They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Strudel, Mr.
and tragedies happened in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile vicious
Vain Vicodin, vrin vrin vrin
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
and tragedies happened in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile vicious
Vain Vicodin, vrin vrin vrin
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
move my fuckin dope in schools
Got warrants for arrest in about 20 states
Got a bigger body count than fuckin Norman Bates
I'm a killer, jacker, dealer,
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
Gentle Ben
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: x4]
I'll be the man, watch your backpack, pen and pencil
School today! Grown man, I don't play
on em
Park it like a ((flawda boi /
Face Gator like a ((flawda boi
Chasin paper like a ((flawda boi/
R-Riding wit my ish slowed down Iike a ((Flawda
Yeeeaaaaah!
Come and take a look inside of my eyes and I will show you what you’ll see inside
Is a mad man going through a sinister state of mind!
of things
Bet they don't teach you at school about the state of things
And then there's the woman who's there in the station
Whose white lightning refuge is
blot
Got the murder weapon
And never could be caught
Got him feeling deafer
Whenever the beat drop
Psycho like I'm Norman Bates
Music too sick when I
leave me alone, don’t hit my phone and say you proud of me
Out of state
That’s where I’m going you ain’t finding me
Funny how they hated, now they hit me
kill, kill
California's the state where most caps get peeled
Back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher
Three strike law got us livin' under pressure
Know he
Cl’ Che but you can call me Ms West
The only rap chick in South Park
In the library history chest
SPC, SUC, you can run across me
Legendary emcee
Every
honest I ain't feelin' like that, man I just really like rap
Y'all lucky, trust me
I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky
With the shit that my pen state
swagging
Hop up out that motherfucker dabbing
Had an old school on some 'rellis
Used to go to school in some Bally's
Flexing Macho Man Randy Savage
Oh
swagging
Hop up out that motherfucker dabbing
Had an old school on some 'rellis
Used to go to school in some Bally's
Flexing Macho Man Randy Savage
Oh
picked up to get me a lift to
8 Mile and Van Dyke or steal a goddamn bike
From somebody's backyard and drop it off at the park
That was the half way
a foreign place just follow the user
his name is Norman Baits and he will seat you in my head
when I'm performing late and you can feel how I miss
my girls
on they shirt
We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off
From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north
I'm talking Tidwell
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
through pain
I was missing from school cause
I was going through things
Now I'm getting this money feel
Like I'm going through change
Niggas driving me
the midst of this stuff
It's a understatement to state i was fucked
Got me fucked
My heads hot
Praying to God that we don't get stopped
I'm a long way from
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