Lyrics:
bath tub full of meth and bath tub full of fentanyl
Everybody wants a bath but no ones getting clean Everybody is alone!
Me too she said , Isis
in Cadillacs
Lettin trees blow, for niggas sniff snow inside the disco
I hold a big pistol, to crack your brain crystal
Cream like Joe Pisco', I fuck
around kicks like Joe Kasugi
I leave necks all broken and loopy
And your fucking hoes a groupy
So I got every reason for a neck squeezing
I call upon
Lincoln
Then Mr. B.S. beat his gums
And testified to me,
"Joe's washing the short,
Changing da oil
He'll be here by three."
So the little hand hits
Want It All
All Of It You Know Err thang I Need It Before I Start Hittin' That Hairy Thang
This Is A Game And I'm In It
Dick So Good I Charge By
catch on so quick
Bout time they hit sixteen they be on some Nino Brown, G.I. Joe shit
When school is out, they just want to lamp
The last thing
tonight
I'll be starving
Standing in the broad day light
Just waitin' on the comin' of the night
24-hour diner's almost closed
All I need's a cup of Joe
maybe a glance
But the system has it's rules about the second chance
Living by the tracks in the Barrio
Keeps my welfare state from the Don Risto
My flow is vivid
I give it two-hundred percent
That's a hundred for me
And a hundred for the rent
I know whatcha meant, Joe, I gotta flow too
Cause
a spinnner
But chances I make the league is getting slimmer than a
Jim or Eminem or Kendall Jenner
Rival of Pepsi spread all on her dresser
America, God
One]
Check the new style
my flow is versatile,
sub zero or scorpion, I'm spitting
like reptiles, I'm shutting this game down
you heard it verse for
This is for all the Juggalos enjoyin these days with us in Shangri-Lees ass
Poof of smoke and we're there hella tight
Like Hallowicked 2002 second
average Joe
Except my name is Joshua
Life's a marathon
So I'm building stamina
I am God advised
Come and you will find
I ain't one to try
Now let me
if ya cant take the punches
Stop piling up shit going get hard to flush it
My mind is disgusting keep it from erupting
By putting on beats and feasting
Ahh like a breath of fresh air
It's AKA up in here (Clu)
IV league baby
You know who it is
I didn't even have to tell you
But I did just making sure
BLAME IT ON CHRISTMAS DAY
Auntie Sally, Uncle Joe,
Slippin' on the Christmas snow
Breakin' their necks and screamin' thru the night
If I told them
"Kenosha shooter Kyle Rittenhouse he
Murdered two people, by the way"
"Rittenhouse is basically what you would have
Had in a school shooting" (Your
on another level
Nigga that there is for sho
I might keep it underGround
But the G is capital
I had to
Slow it down
From my usual rapid flow
But the dough
We up here killing it block by block
This ain’t commercial music, this is hip hop
Oh shit yall better back the fuck up
It’s blaqman baby don’t get
223 inside the Phil Drummond
Glenfiddich 12 I pop the seal on it
Durango with the hemi the tires a sqeal on it
I don’t know what’s happening but stop by
This is a fifteen year old boy
Who also wanted to be special
Before hanging himself, he wrote on
His body, "I'm coming home
Master" and "Satan Lives!
you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
Cause
What's the Matter with That?
Music and Lyrics by Paul W. Sammarco
By Paul and Friends, featuring Joe Raines
(c) Endless Shores Music Publishing
Reggae-punk-hop will never get tired
Bring in Adam the Townkrier- Fire!
Right up in ya, as we continue
To move the groove that in the end is gonna win ya
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