Lyrics:
(Verse 1) Where's my pipe? Where's my pipe? Searching high and low, day and night In this twisted tale, where shadows collide c satiric journey
satiric, too If you can get it in the "A" slot It's just gotta make a mint for you And I want a hit record Want to hear it on the radio Want a big hit
Non-offensive but satiric too And if you put it in the A-slot It's just got to make a mint for you I fit those words to a good melody Amazing how success
satiric, too If you can get it in the "A" slot It's just gotta make a mint for you And I want a hit record Want to hear it on the radio Want a big hit
Non-offensive but satiric too And if you put it in the A-slot It's just got to make a mint for you I fit those words to a good melody Amazing how success
keep talking, I been going so strong for so long Y'all satiric and I feel it in my spirit But these niggas gone push me past my limit, I'm gonna break I
no, don't smoke cigarettes Only smoke weed and get drunk off of spirits Don't know if my flow satanic, or satiric I can't find another rhyme, I hit
gimmick Lyrics ain't enough to convey how I feel Disappearing ain't so rough cuz I see the appeal Satiric if I ever will make the cut or am I real But for
satiric Imma pull up and kill every critic Sword on my side but I'm no samurai Every move I make can be heard from Dubai I'm VIP underline the I More
her sick By the by she forced it down, afraid to fit but frames it satiric She jokes at every turn, pretends it's real, turn back and scratch the itch
sound satiric, if not that then their generic Write solutions in compositions, tales of karma and my ambitions Never question my position, I’m ready for
sound satiric, if not that then their generic Write solutions in compositions, tales of karma and my ambitions Never question my position, I’m ready for
finish with lyrics and maybe I'll make it satiric And maybe I'll Sad girls never seem to have a clue Sad girls don't know what to do Sad girls always being
flowing My budget be starting to grow She holding me down, quit being a clown Sorry lil buddy, I ain't tryna float I ain't satiric, I'm writing these lyrics
Christmas is to kick your ass I'll be happy I wish I could be aloof and satiric To keep more with the holiday spirit Write something droll and get on NPR
to only be that old guy who's oh so satiric (Yeah!) Tired of manufactured arguments Tryin' to print my problems out, drop 'em like shredded documents I
All vague and satiric, odd rhyme schemes and meters I'm wincing at poor form and indistinct metaphors "Like stale bits of petit four," or "like amateur
going for the long While I'm going fully automatic ima satiric any rapper acting like he's better at it gonna get it we gone! (Chorus) We just bang
satiric Volcanic soil will persist Just like your ancient spirit You see the hurdle in the midst But how will you clear it?
caring They talking bout my music They sounding satiric They yapping so much that they sounding like parrots Climbed and I fell ain't talking bout Paris
stay earthbound You won't see me in the etheric This ain't satiric If it was this lyric to high brow So I take a mother fucking bow I been lost in a dead
evilly, yet gently. The story turns to be incredibly satiric, When every cell of agitated body Is filled with the delightful torment by the fire That gave
This were supposed to be, funny shitty lyrics Yet I can't write something about nothing, strickly pure satiric I am cynic, breaking limits, annoying
Mare avans, mare balans Pe piesa ce-ti scoate femeia la dans Pe mare haz, asta e jazz Liric, satiric cu-n pic de necaz Now what's poppin' in Gata, gata
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