Lyrics:
yo shit is boring
Different dimension bars, spit that Rick & Morty
Y'all a bunch of Jerry's & yo raps is dummer
My shit hotter than July like "Fuck you
dinner plate
I cant do this shit all by myself I need somebody just like me
I know they gone judge my cover always smell like weed
You know I like that
I'll forget
You've all betrayed me)
Us fine? We're not, little liar
Fuckin' liar, set him on fire
(You're fucked)
Burn your house down, bitch, I'm
best step back 'cause I'mma kill, I'ma kill
So, what you thinking, Mr. Raggedy man?
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Ann
Check you out, punk,
best step back 'cause I'mma kill, I'ma kill
So, what you thinking, Mr. Raggedy man?
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Ann
Check you out, punk,
running away from your local therapist
Let me deal with these terrorists, all my off days
Look at me, I'm Mr. Meeseeks, perfecting Jerry's golf swing
Yo,
(This story was told to me by Jerry Clover at the 1971 discjockey convention
I told Jerry I's gonna write a song about it
My brother Hillman gonna
by the hour and time flyin'
I just took me a shower, 'cause I'm lyin'
'Round the dirty money, nigga, I'm Zion
Get up, there's no one as high as I am
I’m here to stop all that and more than a Tom cat
Cus Jerry beat Tom and a Jerry’s a dumb ass
Enough crap snap back to my lil lesson
You can’t test me
hope that you remember me
Rise to the top
Whole team gon’ eat
Good karma all around we don’t eat no beef
Came from the gutter let me speak my peace
Keep
Shout out to all of my drugs
Pull up to the club collecting mean mugs
Do you want ice? Of course
Do you live life? Of Course
Burly boy by choice
No I
the snappin'
Of the pictures and the carpets and the fake hands clappin'
And the "should've been me's" in all the afterparties acting
Like you having a good
I'm realizing that you didn't have
To funk wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
And I got mad love to give
You're all (Cry together)
on the block and be a stranger find out what we do (pull up)
Too many demons in my head and that's what's wrong wimme (i swea)
All this act should've made me
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
ramblin'
You turn off the light
Losing my mind
All of the time
You turned off the front lights
And busted a right
Out of my life
Left me enclosed now i'll
And my nigga J.C., just to sum it all up
Took a nigga out the struggle, helped me build my funds up
Protected by some guerillas, that'll raise they guns
coast puttin on nigga fuck how you feel
If we rock then we roll like a muhhfuckin wheel
I'm the hottest thing out since the George Foreman grill
Ain't
feet yeah just move your feet
Just move your feet
Like we do it in the street
You already know me
Lil Andrew Carnegie
Just keep it clean
You know we rep
bombs in the Bay
Nigga, you ain't safe, I (I) run with niggas like O-Dog
All we do is ball (ball), all we do is ball (ball), now I'm passed out
Lean in
scales there
And I got that work, homie yeah, yeah
Finessing all these niggas, I need air fare
All these diamonds dancing on me, baby very rare
I might
threaten me and I will fight
I Stay strapped and there's no doubt
Come Fuck around and you'll find out
Fake news debunked all the lies
About the gun into
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