Lyrics:
a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Everyday I slap a bitch in her lips
Kick her in the ass, and twist her nipples
Then I grab her by the hips
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
stone"
We started talking by the candlelight
Her lips get closer to mine
We started dancing all around the room
Helped by a bottle of wine
Hey
stone"
We started talking by the candlelight
Her lips get closer to mine
We started dancing all around the room
Helped by a bottle of wine
Hey
We found each other blown between the trees
Where the moons want me to be swallowed by the sea
Like we finally saw the colors of the world
We grew
the daylight
Like what happen in America
The breasts are still heavy
The legs long and straight
The upper lip remains short
The teeth are too small
The eyeside
comfortable, comfortable
Get comfortable, comfortable
Freedom is the road less traveled by the multitude
The mood, it's the mode, it's the culture
Where
of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.j. Found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fucking with that nigga for last five years
Is it fair? Is
Dressed in black
He walks alone, a shadow in the night
Each time he walks by my window
Can't hold the tears from my eyes
We're so much in love
Hey I pray that you come home
9 1 1 dial pick up the phone
Judge by the book sticks and stones
You got to live with the truth when you all alone
Yo
at the wrong hour
Putting in work nearby a cell phone tower.
Ain't no Black power in diplomatic approaches
Hog-tied body for my deagle to be unloaded
Into,
by the way
We painted it black
Lust dripping in blood
Now tell me do you see the smile
Drip right down from my face
I'm selfish it seems
She want
black tux, binocular
Black luxe, stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
cock flat like a flapjack
Throwing my nuts like god damn bowling balls
Sack look black you can call it Rachel Dolezal
Know that 21 is never tricked by
to focus on the doom
So I'm practicing to stand up tall and focus on the truth
World does not revolve round me
But I'm distracted by my dreams
Don't even see
#INTRO
A Dorian... The AlliYance here
#HOOK
I don't ever do shit half-ass, as you were
Zoning heavy, betting on that black-black, as you were
You
Say it ain't so
Been the same way since Cain and Abel
Black on black crime know my kind relate though
When that hate grow inside what you find is
could be you
Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger
Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river
A nice talking psychopath
All cops hunt the black
Licking the lips of the reddest, should invest in a head clinic
She got a pocket full of incisors and pliers
In a briefcase in case she get inspired, she
Lap dance, hands tied, get free or I’ll die dreaming
Her ass lifted, divine demon. Wax dripping
Dark Knight in a black fitted, last Gotham city rogue
You are now tuned into Read the room radio
Brought to you in part by the POC everywhere
Wheels look like the kush kingdom we ruled
All black nigga
I hearken to the grisly murmer of nameless fiends,
Black jaws drooling blasphemy,
Beyond the witch-song, darkly sweet,
The wyrm-horn sounds cross
strings on a busted ukulele
And the Nightstick leaned on a black shillelagh
With the poison of a junkie's broken promise on his lip
He staggered in
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