Lyrics:
of a cactus
Punch lines tragic, speak through a concise devise
Metaphors with a touch of spice adds a nice swift kick to the bite
I may not be the spit
Pre-Intro (possibly dry
Direction:
80 year old Jewish Man/Yiddish accent speaks and/or sings the line below; elsewhere throughout SINGS all
Refrigerator, refrigerator give me a cold drift
And as a gift I won't hurl you off of the cliff
Refrigerator, you are starting to smell like rotting
shit
Man listen to this
Don't y'all forget the ice man
Aight you want somethin' too fool
OK
Top of the line wine, Carlo Rossi, Carlos Rossi
Top
dat ass
(say what?!)
E-swift:
Naw nigga, i'm the man that'll bust dat ass, i'm the man that'll bust dat
Ass
Hook:
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass,
moves
so swift
But this just quickens up the pain
and wounds they'll inflict
Down the line
Moving swiftly
Moving swift
Moving swiftly
Moving swift
me
I'll be in another room when I hit from the back
Not to mention my refrigerator's taller than Shaq
So yippie-kay-yay, yippie-yie-yie-yo
If you
Fuck nigga head in a refrigerator
Chef 'bout to bring it to the dinner tables
My bitch do lines like printing paper
Had to hide the cocaine from
can not be
Unless, Armour, Swift, Cudahy
They must all agree…
A conspiracy at play?
Mr. Knox, what you say?
V 6
Knox
My guess is, I’d say you were
lookin' like a fool
Empty refrigerator, family chew up now an laters
No TV, just me there and I'm the MC
No gas, electric work, the house smell make my
Telephone lines
And black and white picture screens
There's rarely a time
When you know what it means
Paris fashion
Your caricature
Is on a magazine
long
The lines are drawn
Drawn, drawn, drawn
The light is fading
It'll be gone before its dawn
Catch you later
Next time you see me I'll be greater
Hard
Higher speed is not a reason to across a line
Red carpet doesn't matter that you have the Prime
I think you have no rights to across red lines
But
It boils down to
That I'm bored to tears
Bottom line is it ends right here
Shot yourself
Cried short changed save your breath
So say what you
shadows
Swift flick, fits hit, still put on that hat though
Hit licks, slick rick, bet he want it back though
Live rich, misfits, meet me at the backdoor
lips
An Aryan wet dream
Like a Disney Princess
Elsa Frozen queen
This world-famous superstar
has had a conga line of suitors
Actors musicians and runway
flipped the insides
To revel in bloodied lines
Like the one prior
If I ain't the greatest whose head do I need on sticks
How many streams should I have
you take home to mother
String along like you're in
Like you're in horror horror
Stuck on refrigerator
Notes that's all that I
Talk to you anymore
and I go for mine
Say, "Check one, two", and run down the line
To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
and I go for mine
Say, "Check one, two", and run down the line
To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
you're hungry for!
And she says "let me think,
What's left in our refrigerator?"
I said well, there's tuna, I know
She said "That went bad a week ago!"
I
Harold we gon' line 'em up and drop 'em
I don't give a fuck bitch get up out my face
'Fore i grip the K and let it bang, blow your fucking brain
Swift like
Pre-Intro (dry)
Direction:
80 year old Jewish Man/Yiddish accent speaks and/or sings the line below; elsewhere throughout SINGS all Chrous/Bridge
wit this Rossi shit
(...)
Man, don't forget the ice man
(E-40)
Oh, you want something to
O.K.
(Chorus)
Top of the line wine, Carlos Rossi
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