Lyrics:
I want I want a rare and bloody piece of a cow
I want it here, I want it now
I want I want a rare and bloody piece of a cow
I want it here, I want it now
Eat meat, be happy
Eat meat, be happy
Eat meat, be happy
Eat meat, be happy
I want a lot of bacon fry it up in a pan
If you fry it naked then that means you're the man
I want a lot of bacon fry it up in a pan
If you fry it naked then that means you're the man
Eat meat, be happy
Eat meat, be happy
Eat meat, be happy
Eat meat, be happy
King of predators am I
My hunger insatiable
My bloodthirst unquenchable
My manners impeccable
Serve me beef and lamb and pork
And never mind the salad fork!
Eat meat, be happy
Eat meat, be happy
Eat meat, be happy
Eat meat, be happy
Are you not happy?
Just before the plague came
I held you in my arms
Swore our little hypocritical oath
Not to do any harm
You were almost naked
Body badly bruised
I was stuck to the mattress like a rat to the
Trap where it's been glued
To the trap where it's been glued
You wrote the saddest lines
And now my belly aches
Nine months and a thousand miles
And now i get to do the dance they call the
Constant shake
Come on do the constant shake
Far away from the fire and ashes
Burning out on the sea
Wasn't me, but someone like me
Was the place you wanted to be
I was stumbling from the bed to the window to feel the
Cold light my face
You were looking for an earring on the carpet:
An object you could not replace
You took my lines
The pudding in the cake
Nine months and a thousand miles
And now i get to do the dance they call the
Constant shake
Come on do the constant shake
Salad fork on the outside
Sun sets in the west
You were something i'll remember to remember
Is the most that I'll confess
Ice rattles at the end of a drink
A stranger's hand down your dress
Magnetic thrill of a face in the crowd
Is the most that I'll confess
They say your mixtape sound like an album
You take the beat and you ride
It like it's a stallion
These hoes see you in the game like Spalding
Like Spalding
Showtime and I'm showing off in the
Bent' truck with my cell on
Giving nigga that call back I bet
He moan deeper than a baratone
I'm a rich girl, not a mixed girl
Keep brown hoes in my mustang
Let's count it up
Lil Uzi Vert in this money
Longer than a bus chain
All aboard on my dick now and I
Wonder how does my name taste
Tell 'em hoes they dried up
And my neck wetter than a great lake
Hating on me ain't good for you
I thumb through it, no catalog
Just playing with it like a paddle board
These sick bitches need adderall
Fuck niggas, get money, be the best
Lil Wayne
Gang time, say the word, in the field
Notre Dame know the game like blackjack
Niggas lookin' for a clapback
Niggas lookin' for a clapback
Till I run into 'em and they backtrack
Checking into the Days Inn
No days off for that Audemar
Ain't wait for no nigga yet
'cause these niggas goofy like Kevin Hart
Voicemail full of voicemails and her
Man sounds so thirsty
I'm a boss bitch and when I talk shit
I make 'em jump for me like a
It's Hercules when I flex now
Ain't shit free but a freestyle
That's 10k for that 16
We flip a nigga, no back spring
And I spit realer than most of y'all
People on me like a poster wall
Easy bars no seminars
Your nigga like it like, ugh
Thinking of being the GOAT
Niggas lookin' at me like
I'm the last hope, ugh
Well, thinkin' of being the GOAT, GOAT
We got forever they thought that
Shit was a joke
You bitches lied and I'm stronger
Than Jack and coke
I'm feeling right 'cause I'm turning
Up off the Henn'
Feelin' like it's gon' be one of them
I switch flows Derek Rose we out in New York
Green bills, with my mills, need a salad fork
The top fade when I drive left
I'm just on another scale
That's a treble clef
I'm in the city bumping Young MA
Might pass a nigga head like he Yung Joc
No, that shit gotta go
Fame for this cash 'cause I
Splash on 'em daily
Ain't shakin' hands with these
Hoes 'cause they shakey
These bitches panick when they see me coming
Usain Bolt, I got 'em all running
Tink G with the recipe
And if you got a budget, I got melodies
Yeah, I'm in the zone
This the type of shit they can't get on
Alexander McQueen and the shoes Valentino
Grams in the wood and
They stuff like burritos
Hop in the and now I'm
Higher than a spaceship
Running with the stars
It was good, it was fun, it was free, it was nice, but I've turned into a villain with time
Jealousy
Don't look good me
Jealousy
Jealousy
Don't look good on me
Start thinking Jealousy
Well am I alone with the wedding bells
Well it might be cold when you're by myself
Well if I erupt it's cause I need you
Say in a way I don't want it
Pacing the room, what the hell is wrong, just so
Easy to see what was always gone, obsessed still
Ancious to feel like an uncut lawn, desperate
But tasted the fruit on your salad fork
So I got upset, drove by your balcony
And I could swear you were smoking cigarettes
Wait I just think I saw 2 sillowettes
And in a way I don't want it
Yeah Hello
Yeah I thought you said you were just going out with the girls tonight
You tagged "Terry"?
My dietary requirements
Inspire myths and embarrassment
Scour the reopened charity shops
For fondu sets and salad forks
The uncrowned prince
Of the half-mast trousered
I spout out loud that
The dead had the best clothes
Phones and bed throws
A screwed-up lost note
In left breast pocket
Of blue Burtons' sharp suit
A chip shop order in smudged up biro
Fish suppers, pineapple rings
A final big meal
Inducing a coronary?
I got a pack turned it to bag, dropped the back end on some splash
I kno how to get it back, need me hit the Fran on arrival where at
U not feelin what I had I’m right here to get it back
I ain’t wit da trouble, we just tryin bubble I ain’t sayin
I’m the tuffest but u slide we double back
Conference call to London, pounds a different number
International I want it,put it in to get it back
In da kitchen er day lil mama think it’s home ec
Restaurant plush front door coat rack
Wrong one that’s a salad fork der
Cup filled up wit Morten grove script
Olong tea a lil rose hips
Getting paper like a brochure
Slimy niggas wipe ya nose clear
Who am I, why address it been afar like u don’t know this
Wanna slide, guys go dumby turn ya Mazda to a ghost whip
Really i, just be chillin and don’t really want no smoke
But keep in mind if it’s up der then we wit all of the funk George Clinton
I been a trip and all, sickning wen the litt involved
Doper than 8ths of shrooms probably why they be throwin fits and all
Ran up on her for free this nigga out here buyin fits and all
Called his pound need to fix ya dog
A lot of rounds we a liquor store
Ride around like a day parade march on ya grounds like desert storm
Wavier than a naval base, this ain’t even my final form
Low on drank couple Lines to pour
Collage ball this my final 4
Bmt if u finding for, steppin wrong we’ll fine em for it
You think you're better than me
Just because you use a fork
Well balanced portions are nothing to greed
So this is my retort
My sandbox is not your sandbox
This hotbox is everyone's hotbox
I eat my salad flooded in dressing
But it's still a salad just a little bit more messy
Because I don't use a fork
I dive right in and hit my head
Hallucinate then I do it again
They say that salad can't hurt you
And I believe that to be true
But if you eat enough of it
You could choke, faces blue
But still I continue to eat salad with no fork
Flooded in dressing, with no fork
Will you never bless me with no fork
Will you never bless me with no fork
I find a flash drive by the thermal spring
It has a folder titled "everything"
I learn the outer one's the salad fork
And that we've already had two world wars
I learn a group of goats is called a tribe
I learn John Lennon used to beat his wife
I learn I'm ugly, I learn I'm poor
I learn that no one knows what it's all for
That in the scheme of things, we're miniscule
Powerful, virtuous, naïve, and cruel
I learn that we must reap the seeds we've sown
And that Santa never comes when you live alone
Oh, oh
Even Tyler Durden had his devotees
Oh, oh
Even the Devil has his fellow fiends
So tell me what, what's that say about me?
At the salad bar
You are in control
Whatever you desire
Goes in your salad bowl
At the salad bar
At the salad bar
At the salad bar
You get what you want
The salad of your dreams
Is not the same as mine
But when we get to choose
We both win every time
At the salad bar
At the salad bar
At the salad bar
You get what you want
Tony likes olives
Tiesha likes sprouts
Fausto favors feta
Which would make Tonya shout
But each have a bowl
And each have a fork
At the salad bar
It's poppin' like a cork
At the salad bar
At the salad bar
At the salad bar
You get what you want
At the salad bar
You are in control
Whatever you desire
Goes in your salad bowl
At the salad bar
At the salad bar
At the salad bar
You get what you want
The salad of your dreams
Is not the same as mine
But when we get to choose
We both win every time
At the salad bar
At the salad bar
At the salad bar
You get what you want
Tony likes olives
Tiesha likes sprouts
Fausto favors feta
Which would make Tonya shout
But each have a bowl
And each have a fork
At the salad bar
It's poppin' like a cork
At the salad bar
At the salad bar
At the salad bar
You get what you want
It's a dull knife then I cut the bread
It's a dull knife I carve my head
Look at the chip at the window
With an empty plate
It's a dull knife and I turn the screw
It's a dull knife the best way to threaten you
Shift surrender with a smile invite me inside
Parts the privilege parts the savage
But when we sit for dinner
We know the short forks for the salad
You have a jar of butterflies
That you look at and laugh
How could these wings how could these wings
Ever start a storm
It's ab dull knife and I scratch the paint
Cherry red like Hollywood dead
It's a dull knife you keep screaming
Sharpen the edge or go back to bed
Parts the privilege parts the savage
But when we sit for dinner
We know the short forks for the salad
You have a jar of butterflies
That you look at and laugh
How could these wings how could these wings
Ever start a storm
It could be our love of metaphors
Speak with pictures
Quoting strangers words
The deepest cuts
clways ends with
For the better
Everybody wanna ask where I came from
Young kid who bang drums, money don't you worry I'ma make some
Somebody changin' the world, it only takes one
Never scared of death, but I ain't ready for that day to come
A million people in the world, I don't hate one
Even them dummies robbin' people with some fake guns
Make mistakes young boy, that's just what I heard
And you don't ever figure what you don't want at first
I got another verse, invincible and nothin' hurts
A hundred words coming up with what'll have your bubble burst
We can just fuck, you don't need to take my number first
Gettin' right to it, I ain't really tryna cuddle first
I used to try everything with her, and nothin' worked
Got her backwards like she heard the thunder first
These are the days of our lives, and I ain't lyin' kid
Bein' free, tell me what kind of crime that is
It said it can't let me spit a couple sentences
Always good penmanship, make sure you all remember this
You just entered into Blue Slide Park
The place where dreams comin' true, that's where you find heart
Up until the sun come up, yeah my crew grind hard
See me out throughout the day, but you won't find me in the dark
Say I'm smart with remarks, such remarkable bars
Who knew this music would get me a couple cars
That just sit in park 'cause I'm out somewhere travelin'
Mackin' on the preschool honeys, you were somewhere tattlin'
Mad 'cause been known to always spaz again
Every single track with him, Oh he's just so talented
Dream of countin' money 'til my fingers get some calluses
King with many palaces, a fuckin' golden fork to eat my salad with
I observe, asking what did he design
I see an artificial future for a digital mind
Muhammad Ali, yeah I'm him in his prime
Just that normal kid in class who was sittin' behind
Didn't really pay attention though I'm spittin' his rhymes
But now you see his car, tryin' gettin' inside
No, hell no
I wanna go back home
Late night can't remember what the day's like
Reminiscin' on stop signs and brake lights
'Cause it seems that I'm always on the move
When they gonna let me back home
I wanna go back home
I wanna go back home
Yeah
They call us rotten, but we the forgotten
Started from the
Fuck you kidding, Stranded at the bottom
Where bullet wounds mark the rank of whoever's got em
Got Stabbed, see the stories on their tatted abdomen
Math not a problem
They grew up ’round the number and life don't add up to much
Dice in your palm if you lucky
Might get enough for some Nikes
Crackhead hit a lick and go pipe it
Some days you feel rich with 600
This isn't comfort
This is little shorty hustling
Barely got through Grade 6, he’s no accountant
But never fucked up the count
Do his drops to the boss like he in a job but never clocks out
Real recognize real
If looks could kill then I would be dead
I studied what the Gs Said
And started earning street cred
Watch out for the triggerman
He kill you over kilograms
If the dough gets low we sommar rob the pizza man
Bang Bang Bang
This is the numbers game
Your jewelry's fake bru
So I don't even want your chain
We looked up to you broer
What a fucking shame
The weak perish and the strong remains
Real recognize real
If looks could kill then i would be dead
Real recognize real
If looks could kill then i would be dead
Youngsta said it's war in Lavender Hill
It's the same in Mitchells Plein, bystanders get killed
Crossfire and I'm stuck in between
Caught admiring the boss' allure
But sense something is ill
He seen trauma, he lives cautious
Lifestyle provided by more white than
Pravin Gordhan
We lose dudes to the code of arms
Loose screws in Hanover Park
Move with the older bras
They don't follow Tutu, this ain’t Noah’s ark
There's animals here that shoot you and pour a cup
But it’s also love
They share the last plate of snoek with you over lunch
Make voedoe before sallat
Real recognize real
If looks could kill then i would be dead
I studied what the Gs Said
And started earning street cred
Watch out for the triggerman
He kill you over kilograms
If the dough gets low we sommar rob the pizze man
Bang Bang Bang
This is the numbers game
Your jewelry's fake bru
So I don't even want your chain
We looked up to you broer
What a fucking shame
The weak perish and the strong remain
Real recognize real
If looks could kill then i would be dead
Real recognize real
If looks could kill then i would be dead
Bro these kids floating in the streets with no hoverboards
Tyring to belong, hoping to be underlords
Canivores that handle beef with a salad fork
Ambidextrous they couldn't tell you right from wrong
Find their mums in a mansion
Cleaning someone’s floors
And their pops in a tavern
Drinking out of quartz
In and out of court
Cheap drugs filling up the void
Jacking tourist passport flip it for a score
They hit him with assault
Pollsmoor in the tronk
It's a long way from Queenstown to the nombor
We all torn Family on Opiates, sleep walking
Hope he wakes deep coffin homie late
Don't get me wrong, I'm about as nice as the bacon was
But fuck it, play along and humor me
As I rewind to 2008 and teleport, I'm staring at the salad fork
She served me with the coffee that I drank in north
Carlton half of the reason that I was stuck with that piece of shit
Cup of coffee was she was lovely and made it for me
The other half of the reason I was so comfortable
Eating there I was starved, it was cheap and I was so crazy poor
I never asked for her name 'cause I was so shy
Once I'd written a rhyme about her in case she thought I was crazy, or
Maybe she'd hate it so I debated for ages
And stayed away while I made up mind and ate at a sandwich store
One day I thought, 'fuck it, I'll play it for her
She'll probably love it and throw her apron off
On the tabletop or some fucking fairytale in the making
So later on I went back to that cafe holding "the waitress song"
I walked up to the counter, smiled and waited for her
And then I found out that she was fired the day before
Nice guys finish last
And good girls move too fast, woah-woah-woah
Now you're sitting in the back of your car
Thinking that you've gone too far
But you'll never know
No, you'll never know
'Cause nice guys finish last
And I should know
'Cause I'm sitting at the back of the pack
Man, I should have seen this coming from the start
Nice guys finish last
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
You see
There were seven billion people on the planet
And you managed to make others matter as much as a mannequin
It's more than magic, more than just a magician
Fishing another fucking rabbit out of his hat again
And you were angelic as Marilyn
And you were seen searchin' for Jimmy Dean
And I wasn't even rappin' then
Granted that I was barely even a man, a little like Billy Madison
Nah-nah, fuck it, I ain't havin' it
Haha, fuck up, who you lying to?
Trap c lot, Fashion, and Sports,
Rapping the course, the course of action staying active of course,
Bitch bad, that lil salad get tossed,
I'm in the trap with a salad and fork,
Passion thoughts, I'm recording on wax while she getting it waxed,
That pussy tasting like lobster,
That's why I call her my main bitch,
cnd she wanna marry a mobster,
Go 'head and solve all ya problems,
I'm here to give you solutions to solve all ya problems,
That's what you call a provider,
Bet ya bottom dollar my bottom bitch off a bottom,
Shoes might be red on the bottom,
Now she wanna give me that top,
But I gotta get to the guap,
So meet me halfway and give me that shit in a drop,
We both caught a lick in this bitch,
Then cut a corner, that a lickety-split,
I pray to god I'd be loving like this,
I dreamt about it turned it into exist.
(Girls in backround:)
I don't want no pickles, I don't want no honey,
I just want a plate and a fork and a bunny
I don't want a tissue when my nose is runny,
I just want a plate and a fork and a bunny
I don't want to tell you a joke that is funny,
I just want a plate and a fork and a bunny
I don't want to play on a day that is sunny,
I just want a plate and a fork and a bunny
(Repeat in backround)
End: The Bunny, the bunny, whoa I ate the bunny
I didn't eat my soup, or my bread just the bunny.
Its not for you
Its not for you
Its not for you
Hold up hold up, You know a young nigga been grinding
It cost some bucks to get you gold or get them diamonds
Why the fuck you worried about where i been at and where I'm riding
Im bringing it to the table risking my life providing
I pop another bean and i go crazy inside it
I roll another wood and i feel like I'm on saturn
I been mixing all these strains like the fork with the salad
Been counting all this green yeah my pockets on salad
You fuck niggas do not want me to ball, that shit tragic
This K make a fuck nigga disappear like magic
Shh shh shh, aw that was tragic
Pff pff pff, that shit like magic
The shit you just discovered, swear to God i been had it
That lil bitch that fucking, yeah my niggas been smashed it
I know some jits who about it, swear to god they get active
You better bring your racks out when you shop cause' they taxing
I'm smoking with some bitches who be cooling, relaxing
Real freaky bitch, she like the pool, or the back seat
Can't fuck no basic bitch, that shit boring, its whack to me
I need you to eat this dick up with the ice cream
Shh, do it nicely
You do it with no effort, shit is enticing
This sun rock i got from Ski punching like Tyson
You take a hit of this i swear to God you gon' like this
But
Its not for you
Its not for you
Its not for you
This time I came to get mine
I saw this cat running with his hand on his 9mm
He's got a small peter
Got 2 kids and a wife plus he beats her
Nod ya head as if my shit was the dog catcher
P-Roach comin through sick
I'm gonna have to betcha my last dollar That you
come on back
You getting weak in the knees while you
smokin the cess
Oh yes
Word to God
I know his son is the best
He helps me out when I'm down or when I'm
crazy ill stressed
I confess
I'm not as good as the rest
But I get down for my crown and I don't
crack under stress
But I'll be careful though cause the girl is
memorizing
She takes off her clothes
And her body is mad surprising
Slangin
Bangin
Her two breasts was firm and not hangin
Listen to this rhyme that I'm slangin
Hooked up with this girl
Her name is Kelly
For really
The hip hop body and a piercing through her
belly
I knew she was mine when I saw her
working on the line
Servin pasta & salad and she's still lookin fine
But enough of that though
I give a shot out to Happy
He's partying down and getting props in this
rap
See cause I'm the type of cracker that'll get
straight down to beat that you hear
It's the Pee-Roach sound
Abused with forks
Knives
Cut with razor blades
That shit is absurd
His temper's flaring
Now he's twice as mean
Now I am talking about this fool
Beats his wife thinks he's cool
She cries so hard
She's trembling
This time he beats her and he's twice as mean
Silence in her rage
She should recognize next time he is gone she
should pack her bags and leave
I'm realistic, I know if you drain the water off this motherfucker we're on a ball
And I'm the king of it all
Fuck west coast I own the hemisphere
Worldview King Lear Street Shakespeare
Let me put something in your ear
I'm specific to the Pacific - Land of the pioneer
Fuck west coast I own the hemisphere
My whole city put weed in the atmosphere
We sippin' Rainer and Belvedere
King of West Coast Land of the pioneer
I got a good feeling this is my year
I got a good feeling I'mma have a career
One day I'll be out here talking into the mirror
Asking: who is the finest at wining and dining all the vagina in China
The mirror will say me - man - I'll own all the flyest gear
I'll be working these bitches like a puppeteer
Be in her ear like: look it here
Then hang out the window get the bitch to steer
At the side show rep like a turf buccaneer
Live Trash Die Scum live with no fear
My engine is screaming so I gotta shift gears
Slide the bitch back over to the passenger
And I noticed that she left me a smear
The danger got her wet
All bitches want to fuck in the turbo 'vette
Said I was going to toss her salad
Put a fork in her she smells like vinaigrette
Fuck west coast I own the hemisphere
Worldview King Lear Street Shakespeare
Let me put something in your ear
I'm specific to the Pacific - Land of the pioneer
Fuck west coast I own the hemisphere
My whole city put weed in the atmosphere
We sippin' Rainer and Belvedere
King of West Coast Land of the pioneer
I stash more cash than a cashier
Out here with delusions of grandeur
I'm a bad boy like Bill Laimbeer with cauliflower ear
The way I steer and veer in the Range Rover
I'll be talking to the police like I'm an auctioneer
Buck 6ixity-fifty-five four hundred bdbdbdb
All clear
My bandolier sparkle like a chandelier
I used to racketeer on this frontier
Now I'm known to domineer
They wonderin' if my veneer is sincere
Then they see me treat a bitch like a souvenir
By the time I get home she'll never reappear
If you see me out here drinking beers like Rainer
You better not try to come over and say cheers
Because my second hand smokes and I ain't talking about no cigarette
Leave your body in the streets your last fit a chalk silhouette
Fuck west coast I own the hemisphere
Worldview King Lear Street Shakespeare
Let me put something in your ear
I'm specific to the Pacific - Land of the pioneer
Fuck west coast I own the hemisphere
My whole city put weed in the atmosphere
We sippin' Rainer and Belvedere
King of West Coast Land of the pioneer
Ha ha ha ha ha, Steels
You bout to catch this vick
Yo, you bout to catch this vick
Old sad ballads and gun permits was invalid
Raspberry vinegar, red dripped in spinach salad
Sippin' bitches, Cabanet grape, steaming halibut steak
Gold plate is stainless, four forks scrape the silver plate
Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky
For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer
Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt piff
Now we lifty, MC dread head, split up and smoke swiftly
Then if we empty the safe we can all catch fifty
Vanna piece put eighty five in jewelry
Two sixty in deep, a half a gallon Digi
When dog mentioned hingie, then when they tempted me
All up a nine milli', I brought my wild cousin Billy
This fucking Wu hater, from off of Decatur
Bout to get smacked silly, Kinetic was like
Yo, Bobby, don't act illy, let me handle this shit
We rolled the candle sick spliff, we hopped inside the whip
And through the gear on shift, about to catch this vick
[Chorus: x2]
It's the season of the vick, bitch, you getting hit up
With so much weight, so much lead, you won't be able to get up
Yo, kick in the door, spit a lungie at him, son, tried to bungie
Grab 'em, through 'em on the floor, smacked 'em, my dudes bout to stab 'em
Bitch was in the bathroom, screaming, hot bubble batch, steaming
You can tell from her face, she just finished swallowing semen
Shut the fuck up, open the safe up, no time to waste up
Heard you been hating on Wu-Tang, we should burn your fucking place up
He was like 'Yo, Bobby Steels, chill, for real, please spare me'
Billy put the gun to his face like 'Bobby, go 'head, try to dare me'
I was like 'Nah, son, chill, ain't necessary'
His bird was in the background, still singing like a canary
Told 'em, open up the safe or prepare for the mortuary
When the gun starts to click, and we spit, that crazy scary
Open it up, it was filled with drugs and jewelry and cash
And me, oh, I simply grabbed the Digi
Tied 'em up and gagged up, duct tape and paper bagged him
Him and his bitch, in the whip, yup, we back in the magnum
Return to the dread spread, gave him his cut of the bread
Rumor has it, Billy duffed them other cuts with dead
[Chorus: x4]
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in the light
But who really cares we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows that I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody riding big
I just sit back like look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody back to business
Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you niggas when I'm bored
We stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a cent
Burn the house down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker
To another chapter paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen
With your eyes like rattles and your legs like stems
It's a wonder you can walk on them
You make a bee look like a flying bomb
You're so thin, you're not dead, but you're almost gone
But your bones are hip and full of soul
Come on ugly Nora (Nora, come on)
Come on ugly Nora (Nora, come on)
Hideous Nora, I wanna see your jellies roll
With your eggs like jelly and your skin like moss
What you could have been is so great a loss
But your shriveled onion made a fool of you
Like a straw baboon in an empty zoo
It's about time I lent you my salad bowl
Come on ugly Nora (Nora, come on)
Come on ugly Nora (Nora, come on)
Hideous Nora, I wanna see your jellies roll
Let me hear myself, stand back
Aw, do it again, Robbie baby
Now use the fork
Look out for that cat
Heh heh, too bad
Told you
Well, you know I mean it, don't say you don't
It just drives me crackers when you say you won't
All the best things in your life are loud
Forget about whether this stuff's allowed
You've been making a living out of doing what you're told
Come on ugly Nora (Nora, come on)
Come on ugly Nora (Nora, come on)
Hideous Nora, I wanna see your jellies roll
Squash it, Kim
Squish
Magnificent corpse hogs oxygen room
And rises from the chair as Claire de Lune
The salad forks go outside of the spoon
Where were you born? Where were you born?
Crunching rocks became a parlour game
Of every well-mandibled chap with two first names
The philatelic exhibit forcasts rain
Stamps stick together.
I feel like I've lived a thousand lives
Tossed together
The fork tines are sharp
Bent
Weak
Oh, the wavering wilted leaf
Keeps the crisp kaleidoscope wet
Dripping
Drops of grief
Dropping
Drops
Of grief
I feel like I've lived a thousand lives, each
Tossed together
Like salad, separate bowls
The dressing, oily
Then sour, then sweet
Fork tines are sharp
And bent then weak
I feel like I've lived a thousand lives, each
Tossed together
Like salad, separate bowls
The dressing, oily, sour
Then sweet
The fork tines are sharp then bent then weak
La-la-la
Oh-oh-whoa-ah
La-la-la
Oh-oh-whoa-ah
La-la-la
Oh-oh-whoa-ah
La-la-la
Oh-oh-whoa-ah
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