Lyrics:
Mr. Elf flies through the sky
For all the days and all the nights
Never has he seen the world
From up so high
He gazes at the pretty sights
Bunch of pussies
All I hear is WAP, WAP
Dripping wet icebox
Ice cream
Rip and walk
Turn a 9 millie burner
To ah cold world
Hello Mr. Nice Watch
It's
making them strong
Never get a break, I'm up real late
All year long till Christmas Day
Forced by the Fat Man, chugging a beer can
Ask for a rest, he goes
[Mr. Shadow]
It's the master of the dark
Stalkin anybody talking about the incident
Tryin to blow it like if I was the president
Narcotic selling
featuring Gangsta Blac
[Playa Fly]
You rather see me abolished then see Lil Flizy demolished
and do some damage and punish
[All by I Self Divine]
[Chorus 1]
China white, crystal meth, angel dust, percaset, cocaine, morphine, PCP
Hash, opium, prozac, special K, Xanax,
Frequent plain clothes
Lex spit six, arrange those
Snot nose pros
Dark skin hoes
Crazy ill fly jersey Expos
Neck froze
Fuck your set, slash vetos
Mr. Willoughby, whose only luxury is the sugar in his tea
Teaches history at High Worthington School
His clothing has remained unnoticeably plain
pressure
I'll never tell you a lie
I never lead you astray
I promise to see you fly
Spreading both wings over dosings
I promise to keep you high
Make it
And I'm not gonna stop until I'm living in palaces
They're either gonna dick ride or switch sides
Seems like everybody gotta get high to get by
There not
Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now
Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?
Fly that shit over my hood and get blown
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
and Evan from the
fucking Bio, yo we down for survival with acid raindrenched skin infest-
ed by termites, hermaphrodites on bikes swing spikes, think
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Way that I move up almost caught them by surprise
Plane I'm on above yeah I'm taller than the skies
Remaining untouched yeah father in the skies
Ways
You should fly right down I gotta new chic on my arm, her name is...
My reservoir dog in Mrs. White right now,
They say pressure bust pipes I'm laying
"What happened to the
Time?"
Time flies by
Sitting in class
4th-period Bryan high
I
Remember coach Klein
Coach Jeserun still
Remember homeboy
Selling
Now this some bad weed
The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Coughing up a lung, high strung, back in '81
Going to school, hitting
they should all be servin' life
Wouldn't even hurt a fly, but I keep that burner by
Never catch a nigga lackin' on a black suburban night
Cold water
Eeny meeny miney mo
Catch your troubles by the toe
If it hollers let it go let it fly away
Eeny meeny miney mo
It's the saying high and low
Hear it
girl that make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
Never thought she would come and work for the president
Mr
ain't fuckin' get the fuck up out my residence
I might have the troopers storm ya house just like the president
I just wrap em up, wrap em up just like
Once upon a time, rhyming, working at part time
Designers pricing it too high, im just trying to be fly
categorized, closet full of Louis, cuz da
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