Lyrics:
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
the mic like the Sunsplash
Is in Jamaica, the heart-breaka lyrics
Like a stake through your left pectoral your shit is horrible
I'm clean, like brand new
The remainders couldn't never be that one
Pack em in by millions attendance is platinum
Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who the innovators who stimulate like vibrators
With
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
that traditional style of cold rockin'
Givin' options for head knockin' non stoppin'
Tip-toppin' lyrics we droppin' but styles can be forgotten
So we
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
dough
From lyrics, riddims and flows
Let me go and do this show
I'm a impatient person, everybody knows
Wickedest MC alive
I provided all the pies,
I've been thinking a lot about the future me
Recent trials got me thinkin' if this is meant for me
These beats are comin' out dope but my lyrics
constant companions,
Around my neck they were constantly hanging.
And late at night when I'm haunted by phantoms,
The songs I would jam, would subconciously
Last song on the ep i gotta do the most
Typing lyrics in my phone as if i'm taking notes
I share snippets, the reactions say i'm getting close
You
a category
Another page for the diary every lyric created by yours truly
I am the opposite of what you think is a rapper
There's no pleasing everybody
Dependin' on the weather
Or whether or not I bust
You with these lyrics
The rhythm is imbedded in the bass drum
Can you feel it?
Nod your head so I
rappin ain’t new, nigga I’m sick like the flu, nigga god bless me achoo!, these lyrics are hot like fondu, since I was a youngin ain’t ask you for nothing,
J'fais briller la violence verbale
Comme à Dubaï lyrical drive-by quand tout
Le monde s'couche
On revient passer une couche, les
Foufs s'touchent, vas-y
I see the heavens when I look in your eyes
You're supernatural a gift so divine
You're the lyrics to the song I'm singing
And every time it play for
hot to me
Lyrics, me chopping it up like mahogany
Me do it properly, dem just a copy me sloppily
Look how me happily travelling
Just like a javelin,
up the system
The way I man ah mash up the town
Them nah take no time to teach the children
So we haffi bring them a champion sound
Lyrics lyrics
that bitch get off my dick
I ain't tryna make no plans
Jee Juh
I'm a maniac, musical mania
A braniac, I make my lyrics
I'm hittin' your cranium
I'm
hoe
Just go home
Get back in your Mercedes on your solo
Wrap it up rapid, got the studio blasting
Pack my bag, I got a package
Bag of lyrics, it's
know you think you're hench
True say you've got a new weight bench
That lyric right there was evil
On Déja, you can ask Diesel
1210s and the Stanton
Original Lyrics/Mandarin Lyrics/(Literal Translation of Mandarin Lyrics)
I'm so glad you made time to see me
繁忙中短暂的会面
(We meet briefly in busy
When I get bored I just think of all the things I can't afford
That's what drives me to write these lyrics go home and record
Like a ford, I just
a picture, I ain't kid ya
Lot of pictures, read lyrics like it's literature
Don't need no henny, I'm sippin' the aqua
Won't go outside now, I'm trapped like in
living all the lyrics they lie about
I ain't on the scene, I'm inside a house
Whippin' white bitches, up in high amounts
Now the plot thickens. Getting
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