Lyrics:
like, you need to slow down
Going thirty-eight, Dan, chill the fuck out
Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down
If I only had one helmet I would give
had
Filled with sin decisions were bad
Now you'll rot in hell ain't that sad
Ride the boat down Styx my comrade
Tips of flames are scorching your
showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each
them 6 inches
See if he twitches
And if he falls
Throw him in the trenches
But if he survives
Praise him like religion
Life is just vicious
I’m down bad
They go to hell
Once again we be drivin' through apocalypse
Everything is gone
Look, what the fuck is this?
But I got you by my side
And I'm feeling fine
can't tweet that I wanna kill myself
But if I put it in a song that shit goes hard as hell
So what the fuck is up?
You deserve a couple bad hair days
"Good wu-tang martial expert
There's not many, who can match up with him"
(he'll give you a heart condition
If you fuck around like that there
Tell
this time
I always seem to find myself
Trying to escape this hell
Losing my religion
You're the one I believe in
I think I know what's missing
Let's
mean
Between sheets nah fuck that shit
The male species is so redundant
That we believe we
Can relieve the pain between the sheets
Girl your so strange
and the change
So fuck whoever in the fame, forever a man
Around my dogs, banging the pound, swanging the town
How we choose, now I'm aggravated and assault is my
of somebody boss
Laid off, gon' stay in the bed
Hell nah, what the fuck you done did?
All that stressin' takin' care of the kids
Give us somethin' that can
Is there a time when you could believe in something more than god
Could I not be a bad man if I was only cast again as a hero?
Talkin’ bout heroes
rub on my neck like religion, when we walk in, they stand, attention
I've been sendin' bad bitches to college (mm-hmm)
I'ma dressin' person for
an opinion
That is out of line
With the status quo at least
You are allowed to be
Objectified by men and dress like a slut
But don’t own
Your sluttiness and do
screaming pro-life and marriages
Be using religion to justify our savageness
'How bad is this?'
You and the creator need a mediator
Your priest is human
Your
Back by poular deman, it's magic
Dedicated (yeah)
When Carlito was dying
He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby
Like fuck it,
is nervous
So what's my purpose?
Family, we must preserve it
Your number's retired
I hope you like the hell fires
You'll be screamin' Murder she Wrote
can't stand it
Motherfuckers need to be reprimanded and straight jacked
These boys is givin' the wrong niggaz out here respect
Break ya neck to fuck
throughout the alley
Unknown figures said
Trigger lead knew how bad we
Needed the nigga dead
Thoughts of hating sober intoxicated
Minds is taking over
Conjure
some kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray Bolger
Hold up, hell yeah, I'll confess
'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft
(You need an occupation)
I
But keep the heat by it, so when why'all creep keep quiet
[Chorus]
You can stand the fuck up if you fire your gun nigga
But sit the fuck down you
of the spirit…work by the demon
It’s better if you don’t summon the spirits
Ask just what you need… besides is reckless
He’ll lie to confuse you….he wants
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Bad things, a lot of bad things
All my bridges burned and I got no strings
I've done
Bad things, a lot of bad things
Bad things,
crisis
She's Jackie O 'cause she know what your type is
Don't ask me how I know, but I know what I know
And I think it's safe to say
She's a bad, bad
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