Lyrics:
Samson
See say, oboy no be by lock (luck)
Peter Ternenge
You hear, "ehn, no be by rock (ruck)"
So if there's a broken piece of you
And you're feeling
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper
a dime)
If you get a nine to five
Then maybe you could be alright
Then get a couple kids and maybe you'll be good at this
And if you're not a pro by the age
here's a pop quiz, kid
Whose pop gives
Eternal life through Christ
And who rocks gigs
And digs into your chest
Like a big ole shovel
And puts broken
you crashing the whip
Laughin at hoes, taking fakerss to amateur flicks
While the Ill Bill albums kidnapping your kids
[Chorus � Ill Bill
a pile of cheddar
Cook something that can rock a crowd forever
Of my whereabouts Po stay conscious like Sa Neter
Style meta, when the legacy end? Try
when you dream
Dousing you tools with kerosene
Exploding like TNT self detonate
I'm making my way around by public trnsportation
That's why you
you're playing it like you never did
Should try to get employed by what you dig
Ya' see, I just like all different kinds of music
Name a genre, I'm
nebylo ten kdo mě zná ví
Co to znamená rock n roll
A oni by chtěli bejt sick sorry
Nejsi crazy tvůj shit je basic
Mí Cd 15 bomb žádnej skip
Žádnej
It's Halloween
I was away from the kids, from the kids
I was away from the kids on Halloween
I'm the captain
I'm the captain
I'm the captain
put on my rap album
Tryna chase the feelin'
Gotta fuckin' trap pack 'em
We got glass matchin' and I'm thinkin'
"How would that happen?"
Kid brings his
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
quarter-ounce
Now I sell it by-the-o, if not tell them bounce
I'm smoking moon rocks with a new thot,
And she likes me- said she boombox
When I fuckin' bang it,
Introducing the Jamie Hewlett of rapper music
Influenced by Stanley Kubrick, exclusive for all my hooligans
Oh, we just recruit again, I can take your
flip flops on my feet
Coolin, catching vibes
Posted next to the tree
With the crucifix on it the one right next to sea
You kno by the rocks
I guess
in the night
This kid would get real sad and he would talk about life
Said that he was depressed thought about slitting his wrists
Said he didn't even
Had a talk wit God I asked him when im gon pop
I said I need the Luis v I need the Gucci socks
Momma needs the range, momma needs the diamond rocks
with the bright eyes looking up at the kid
Give her the drive by then it's bye bye I ain't fuckin with this
Fallen into the abyss
Take myself deeper than
spin around, I'm the new kid in town
Yeah it's coming soldier,
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What
cot
Come out them colossal rocks back to your fossil watch
My life is foul sometimes I wish I could write this down
To keep your wife from screaming
to take a nap
Front yard hovercraft on Versace raft
Dry land, Swedish field by palm trees
Bitch, I could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
New pants, 40 grands
My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch
Glock cock it
The block rock
Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chop
Finally televised Kurupt, Daz and Nas
Lethal wit' mics like guns, bats and knives
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