Lyrics:
Went up stairs to pack my leaving trunk
I ain't seen no blues whiskey made me sloppy drunk
I ain'ts had no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk
as fuck, and let his pistols explode
Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die
So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry
It got me crazy as fuck
A ragin psychotic
witches be flyin' on broomsticks
Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO
"Kid Rock I ain'ts no
ain'ts real hip-hop (hip HOP)
They lookin for some mainstream flip-flop (flip)
But I ain't finsta sit down (sit down)
Sit down and wait for this shit
and that bitch, I'ma shoot, and that's the truth
My pistol piece up against the wig
I ain'ts to be up in this bitch for long, nigga, you dig?
You
biatch
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO
"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
When I
explode
Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die
So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry
It got me crazy as fuck
A ragin psychotic full of that Angel's
and you infidels you you artful madmen bound for hell
Come sing along
Come on, you potty-trained saints spouting' isms and ain'ts
Dig the poetry my man
Well a big cardboard suitcase and a four-year old buick
Well aint's this a hell of a life
A hot Texas farm road and some quality foot wear
And me
and you infidels you you artful madmen bound for hell
Come sing along
Come on, you potty-trained saints spouting' isms and ain'ts
Dig the poetry my man
very down pat
now I'm tellin' brothers brown black lighter
fight for ya righta
I incite riots if they try that shit that happen in the 60's
I ain'ts
life
Constraint
Now enter
The pit
All you aints
Into the pit that's filled with shit
Prepare your weapons men
We raise our swords in the holy name
How'd I end up lonely again
Why's misery such a damn good friend
For worse or for better forever aint's supposed to end
So, how'd I end up lonely
Always Illest
Lyrics
Verse 1: Di Di Di …Di D Da Di Day
Tell you Babylon to get the hack out my way
Home aint’s slick betta kneel down &; pray
get mad at me your life is kinda sad b
Now this next jab is for my saints and ain'ts
My Holy Ghost filled fire baptize believers
Stop looking down
to eat, like freak good pussy on my la la
Waste in valley and wait
We don't go, fate, some badly wit aint's
Face them fakes in alley wit snakes
In case
you gonna get handled
your corpse will dangle from a magnolia tree
as an example, I trample the many in my life time
I aints boastin, but if you cross
She came from the Cocos Islands with a limp and a snow-shaker huh
Hocked by a fine Arabian ginger Monsignor
He said, "You aints gets nothing coz
And I'm a get mine
Out this motherfucker
Uh
Boy what you need attention
I ain'ts the one to give it
Niggas dying over tensions
Boy you gambling with
the aints
We all blessed like the whole team played for the saints
Ill toast to that shorty bring me a drank
You too blind so you wont
Im everything and im
How it ain'ts V dumb
I'll be dead by 25 cuz I speak ring true
Make a martyr outta me, you'll make my words sting through
Poet from the promised land
like Louisiana
The Saints
Are the aints
Kevin is eleven
I hope we made it beyond a minute
Maybe dad will finally quit beating me
He hates me
Kevin eleven
Like some Tennessee whiskey
I'll have you like the Saints
Saying who dat bout your ex's and your ain'ts
You're not used to
A girl like me, girl like me
I sit in silence at night with regrets on my mind
Im haunted by the choices that i made in my life
So much what if's what aint's
Sometimes i cant
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