Lyrics:
the GOP laid low
The Donald was defeated by Joe Biden from Mayo
Cork gave us Míchael Martin, Jack Lynch and Collins too
And Kerry gave O'Connell
(Big L) my crew be deliverin hot lead
When gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch
Nobody can fuck with the way I be
Killing the shit in rap
and sand
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland
We had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch
Mike Murphy and some more
And I tell you
I really don't, I only like David Lynch
I support every actor, but there's only one director that I put above Wes Anderson
Yes, I fake my accent cause
believe in somethin')
West Side Lynch Mob
(Why not believe in me)
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin'
Thirty in a holdin' tank,
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
In a world of misery
Within this, three planets collide
Brotha Lynch, Dalima, Tech N9ne
Bring you along for the ride
Wait a minute, I'm from
like my hoes need em black
owned.
Jackfruit out of Whole Foods make call on the Jack phone.
MIA the last 24 but we back on.
This that black that
or a bottle of Jack
Daniel's but to me religion
Is a deeply personal thing in which man and
God go it alone together
Without the witch doctor in
The middle
to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my niggas
trippin then it must be you I'm talkin bout.
And if it ain't you ... don't trip
[Brother Lynch]
Drop niggas like bad habits that's the truth
Mutha fuckas
the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make
the Predator
It's gettin' dissed by the editor
Looked up and hell of white for caper
It's to lynch a nigga on paper
But I'm much too black for the god
Can't cuff that hoe, do I look like a officer?
Fell out with my dog and then my heart was hurt (yeah)
She say money, make her pussy purr
Cactus Jack
sisqo, or 'cause I'm insane
Brotha Lynch's been through the same thing though
But X-raided can be tripping over no hoe
So I got my 9 I was stressing
Trew
double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven
Brotha Lynch Hung, but the bitches call me Kevin
They try to make me think they close to me, but
(Express yourself)
(Go on and do it)
Now, getting back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
Expressing ain't
(Express yourself)
(Go on and do it)
Now, getting back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
Expressing ain't
The dialog and I spy a very pretty girl
I'm pretty sure she's gonna die
It's like it's night time, all the time
Shadows so fast
My life's a David Lynch movie
(Mike Jack) (Cause life's fast)
(Till We bite back) (Like that) (Fuck your price tag)
(My life plan good night fam)
Made my way around the ring can't
mothafuckin' jack
[Chorus]
(Get the hell off my dick, I'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
Nigga's to pull the lynch
Yayo
mothafuckin' jack
[Chorus]
(Get the hell off my dick, I'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
Nigga's to pull the lynch
Yayo
my ego (hey), they won't jack my SteeLo (ain't no way!)
Bring the divas to the mansion in Encino (yeah, let's do it)
Say she fuck with the Sremms,
the woods, my shit is hood, bitch
That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies
Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bullshit
Real
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