Lyrics:
play with they life but won't play with they kids
They'll ball for these hoes but won't invest shit
Go to church and pray to blue eyes, church is for
was adrift until the world came into view.
He had an old stand-by. not your average betty.
She showed me things that I guess I always knew.
She was
the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets
But I bet that gun fit
And I'm so unfit
'Cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit
Weeping my heart out to cold gray dawn
Hoping that you're lonely and you'll come here too
Hoping just by chance that I get a glimpse of you
Trying hard
I'm gonna go pray at Betty Ford
And they told me that life is fair
But I can't smoke a plant that was made by God
But I can kill my wife if I'm
I had the whole city on my whole city on my, whoa, whoa
Trapdoor shit, where I'm from, we hopped on shit
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
bust her out
And then her friend named Betty
Told me she was ready to get fucked
A nigga like me said, "What's up bitch?"
I got a jimmy hat, she said,
are always there for me
The only girl I know that truly satisfies my needs
When I was down and out you were hangin' by my side
And now that I am holdin'
to admit to something
If all it's gonna cause is pain
Truth and my lies right now are falling like the rain
So let the river run
He's comin' home with
went outside
and floated up to tell
all the stars not to hide
'cause by the time church let out
the sky was much clearer
and the moon was so
(Craig Wiseman/Mark Selby)
Billy's standing out by a west Texas highway
With his thumb in the morning air
He's spent 18 summers in the dust
'bout to buck me shit out of luck
Go to school, the teacher wanna fuck the students
Go to church, my preacher turned to prostitution
The prosecution
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up
Church?" when I ride by in
That blacked out Ford GT
They write me stuff in my PO
Tell me 'bout their broken homes
Tell me 'bout
off
These is words from the Arch Bishop
Some call it six up
The Betty Crocker, Marvel cake stakes admissor
Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
invented a tube
He was sad because it sprung a little leak
He said, "Darn it, when I hold my tube on a piece of paper,
The ink leaks out and makes
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out,
Kast came to heat it up
And everybody wanna know was really goin' on
Is you and 3000 still makin' songs?
been saving up so I can feel right
Keepin' up by stashing funk in my backpack
Watching other's slide back on politics
Guess to know the game is
Tellin sucker MC's don't waste my time
There's a girl I know her name is Betty
Straight to the head just rock it steady
She's so freaky she'll juice you
Never ever ever will smoke that rock
Beyotch, I don't quit
I'm too short baby, got the shit
To rap on the mike, turn you out
Too short baby without
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
yea
I just bought out the telly
You beefing come by the deli
Boy I'm so Makaveli
Turn these blue faces into confetti
I just took a nap in a Givenchi
the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy
back out and shout "We'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And god is in his heaven, and billy's down by
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