Lyrics:
Listen to the monkey
Feeding on your brain
I feel okay
No pain!
I'm tired of shocking junkie
Suckin' on your veins
Forget no ways
No ways!
But I'm like a gastric bypass,
Bunch of Nas African actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since sixteen I ain't grow a day old yet my brain
Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse!"
"What's the matter?" "I don't know, my leg, it hurts!"
"Leg?! I thought you said it was your tummy?"
"Oh, I
they known to be a Juvenile just like me
Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife
Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa
tryin' to maintain
With a little Mary Jane on the campaign
Whip by you in the fast lane
Only act like this 'cause of black pain
Fuck your cancel
to dine on
Your friends - pour their
Bones into a cannibal soup
Muscles like steak
Blood like wine - save
The brains to feed to troops
Your mama told you
on loan
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset
She's goin' off about somethin' that you said
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do
Would it be enough for your teenage lust
Would it help to ease the pain?
Ease your brain?
If I could dig down deep in my heart
Feelings would flood
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your da- your daddy?) I don't have one
My mother reproduced like a Komodo
somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler
Niggas roll down the ave. 'cuz I'm the neighborhood amp
Fuckin' around with the Juvenile and you get your brains
Stay up reading Mary Poppins
Overwhelmed by Netflix options
Boy found brains he never knew he had
Meet me there in London Canyon
Fuel up, bitch,
And I move across your membrane, you loose against my insane
Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain
I like girls but I don't fuck with
Steve
Chorus:
I take It off your shoulder
Nigga I'm thuggin in the magnolia
You better do what I told ya
Unless you want to get fuck over
[Juvenile
Hi, my name is (huh?)
My name is (what?)
My name is (chka-chka, Slim Shady)
Hi, kids, do you like violence? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna see me stick
a little change... from bustin' them niggas' brains
Ya like how ya live... you got everything ya need
Up inside of your crib... like Hennesy and weed
like a computer social program
Go tell di world, she want a lovin' man
Your body can't lie to me
'cause I know just what you're needing
Your body
And I'm a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats from the bottom of a glass
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it
amp,
Fuckin' around with the Juvenile and you get your brains blown out,
Cuz that's what livin' all up the project is all about
[Juvenile]
I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot
I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not
I say I hate em from
What was that sound ringing around your brain?
Today was just a blur, you've got a head like a ghost train
What was that sound ringing around your
Enlight your sense of thought, of touch, of real, a shield
An underground for this coward
Building a blood in water scent
It's like some raping,
you tell me what I'm doing wrong
Been through it all since we were juvenile
Come out the other end, good friends, feeling strong
Your advice has really
like a computer social program
Go tell di world, she want a lovin' man
Your body can't lie to me
'cause I know just what you're needing
Your body
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