Lyrics:
grinning twinkle eyed
Maniac
Rumour host
And all the stuff in your
Invalid
Devolute
Ion freezin' rot
Strafed by
Days of chance
English glasnost
Its
stupid arguing
Except we can get married, cause we're broke
Litteraly stuck a fishbone in my throat
During the only resting days I was left
Working three
Get your ride on, ride on
This ain't the day for you to die on, die on
I'm a nigga that they lie on, lie on
See these shoes you want to try on, try
of suit-and-tie, everybody and their messed-up lives
I'll shut your mouth if you don't, panicked darting backward eyes
Persecuted by a cloud of white, believe it
your mouth shut
Settle down into the line
Something's gonna kill you
It will be fine
You had your call
But working at a bank's more practical
You sang
Hey, how you doing? (Yo, what's happening?)
Yo, Snoop, you know, I just love your shit
You are just so fine, and you- (ayo bitch)
(Bring your black
to paper count the paper bump some bitches and move
I take a trip with my click on a three day cruise
Spank the corner in the fo', sittin' low gettin' low
funkin' because your mouth wouldn't stay shut
How could you spread that?
Can't believe you said that
Puttin' my life in jeopardy definitely it'll make
a bird’s mouth
It’s only one and I’m already on the 3rd ounce
Baby seats in the Passat ‘cause I don’t wanna make it hot
Cause if they pull over doggie then
a bird’s mouth
It’s only one and I’m already on the 3rd ounce
Baby seats in the Passat ‘cause I don’t wanna make it hot
Cause if they pull over doggie then
they layin' in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I
out
And felt the pleasure and the pain
About to fuck the very taste out your mouth
If you call me when you need me
1-800-Skypage, when you wanna see
Before the day gives up and dies
Everyone wants their fortune told
To sell their soul
Give in to gold
You're not making sense
You better shut your mouth
they layin' in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I
You's a little nigga fit right up in a 6 by 3
Layin' up like this
Lips sewn shut eyes closed
Niggas walk past the casket damn shorty nice pose
You was
I got a fake ID and a checklist
It goes never meet a girl on Craigslist
And never spend your money on a necklace
3 square meals, homie gotta have
this rap shit trick ya
'Cause I'll introduce your mouth to this motherfuckin' pistol
Trillville and Three 6, Juniors and Seniors of Crunk
Don't find
snoopy sits right now. You should have shot yourself in the foot when it was in your mouth.
CHORUS
Thieves in the strobe deep freeze your pose. For
Strung by vein to running mouth your whispers are the catalyst somebody
Please breath lies my blood's not thick enough I can't hear my heart beat
me Pac vibes
I could count a million with my eyes closed (yeah, shut)
One day I'm in three different time zones
And really I don't like phones,
Or I can help you with a pound to the mouth
You sound so foul
So I'm sayin shut the fuck up
Or you gettin layed out to the ground
That aint your style
in like 3 states
I made 3 bands by 3:08
And that's top of fhe morning
Sun ain't even out
But I'm still on molly having fun up in her mouth
Still
the booth
With a bible and a reverend
I use my mouth as a weapon
Bullets rip through your mid section
Rat tat a tat tat tat rata tat tat tat
I'm a Comptown,
a dream
And humdrum day to day routine
A laurel wreath on the door to my heart
What you want is to wash your face and try to breathe
Forget your mind
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