Lyrics:
Joe Shigma Icy ice ice
Everyday i get on my knees and pray
Yes Joe Shigma Ibi dave
I start to dey put all my enemies to shame
Since the day i got
walking billboards pushin product
And this ensemble is designed by Trimm
Workin legs all summer
Now we jumpin out the gym
Got the weight of the world
In
fair amidst the fray
Her virtue tested day by day
Yet steadfast stood come what may
Against the Frenchman's dark display
Oh Gammazita's well
Oh
With all of the homies
They picked em up
By the Alameda bridge
And took his body to the closest French's
Last he asked
Wanna go to Joe's er no
to the bottom
Of the pool you're cleaning
You're shady
They were at war a one way with a GI Joe
What a lie
What a lie
Lie
Red river Maria
Over the highway lays
Joe sucks hog cock in vain
He blasts his gun into his brain
This fascist hive cleans up his stains
His corpse will be rejoiced and hanged
like
Im too slimy Anaconda
I be fucking on yo mama
Riding presidential like Joe Biden
Chop
Choppa bullets hotter then a sauna
Purple in the Styrofoam
Pre-chorus
I said to Mr.Joe
"I don't want this anymore"
Please, please hear my voice
And tell me what is wrong!
This could be the last scene
Verse 2
Give me
a rollin'stone, gimme sloppy joe
Uh, I'm callin' role
I like french tips and the white toes
I need a ghetto bitch know how to work a stove
A bad bitch that show her
Ahhh that's a fine cup of joe.
A damn fine cup of joe by golly
Welcome welcome, gather round, gather round my plump little dumplings
And you tweekers
could use more green
Gotta get this cream by any means, yo necessity, yo
Best believe tho, the cheddar brings mo jealousy, so it could be the death of me
need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hand
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud,
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud.
if you want to hear me
Why don't you just turn around
I'm by the window where the light is
She' my best friend
Certainly not just like your
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
them views in hopes my shit be trending too
Fuck it I don’t give a fuck about
Views the likes the comments fraud
If my album drops my album sucks
But I’m
w twojej kawie
(zgaszę blanta w twojej kawie)
Dawaj album, masz go? Prawie
Widziałem, jak moi przyjaciele
Wstrzykują sobie marichuaninę
Dekadę
Alkopoligamia, która na początku
Istnienia zajmowała się produkcją ubrań
By z czasem rozszerzyć działalność
O fonografię w tekstach na solowych płytach
Najczęściej
I be on the way
I'm sorry about the way
The new album is on the way
I'm in my zone
On and off stage I perform
I'll take them by storm now
Watch I'm
been
My mind fits in all spaces
With no storage in it
In a year, I dropped 2 albums
But the digits didn't
The year ain't done yet
And I ain't even
The end has arrived, this album reached the end of its time... the end of its time
I'm low on supplies, the paint on the canvas is dry... the canvas
Terror, this is what you call me.
I strike terror among men.
I can't be bothered by what they think
I bear my cross my soul myself
I forgive
I'm making gold and platinum tracks
I'm in my bag all alone in my habitat
I'm in a class by myself
A league of my own
I'm in a class by myself
A league
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand an' laughin' (Hahaha)
And thinkin'
in, I broke
another fucking string.
Just call it luck.
They start to leave.
I start to plead.
Someone yells, "You suck."
Suddenly, that joe
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