Lyrics:
making
We flirtatious
Numbers exchanging
But her I don't get to taste
Cock blocked always
By your muthafucking hate
Ay
Tell me bitch
Tell me bitch
Tell me
cauliflower
Vengeful, but I am forgetful
Careful, more than, I was, fearful
To hate me, you gotta imitate me
To love me is to fear me
I hope you hear me
I get camping eyes in the final hour
Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower
The fuss they make, you'd swear they were buying a car
They
think for a minute
Nah I said think for a minute, no
Turn the lights out, let me think for a minute
A minute or two
So by the time this comes out, I'll
got to be moving forward low with a stalk
Keep with banging soon with the pressure referee make the call
This the realest 7 minutes now you got to make
wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna
on the big white telephone,
I'll be back in a minute." Two hours later, poor bloke he was green. I got up, I felt terrible, I says "Yeah,
what's the matter
Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna go to the mountain
Go to shows on a tour bus
Next time make an album
Not a CD fulla war dubs
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the trenches with the four eight
Still sleepin' with the toolie by the doorway
They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute"
All them clown
The love overpowers the hate by twos
All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
? so we six up
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
The love overpowers the hate by twos
All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
Load the tre pound
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
interested in two things . . .
Bozzio: Now, wait a minute . . . all I have to say is God help me! . . . Even though I have this . . . this fucking mask on .
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
for a cup? Three-fifty
What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic
You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen
Somehow I got lean on my BB Simon
How
Ooo, that's the motion
Two minutes, got her open
Bob Marley, always smoking
Ooo, that's the motion
Only needed two minutes, I got her open
Living
I'm gonna make it yea this is my fate
Got on two watches I still come in late
I love all my fans and appreciate the hate
The hate just be helping
(Guess who's back?)
Drop the drums, here it comes
Only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts
Better press, REC on your deck, here
how delayed it is
Try to give all my attention when I can and sometimes get frustrated
And then when the gears go a mile a minute
Try to calm myself by
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
hate to be the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy (follow me, I run, follow me, I run, I run)
I just hate to be the bad
And to think I used
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