Lyrics:
big germ like Dr Joe Lister
Sick passed on to your sister
Where it fester and blister
No time for caution
No single use plastic
Redlined her engine
Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with
I would jack off so much
want more I got plenty
Is that pussy for sale
Or is it, is it just rented
I’m a real man at heart
And a playboy by choice
I ain’t a fuckboy at all
Baby
then
(Aw, aw nah)
I put the key in the ignition
Fuck around and make you blow a piston
Ironic going down in what I'm whipping
(Girl your too far)
Come
see, what did you faggots say to me?
Oh yeah, I'ma bitch, ain't nobody hang with me
This rap game means much more than you fake pussies
And though I
Is it bad? Man it's probably just ass
So you think of the apple you bite
Sometimes you gotta be your only fan
Cause apples don't grow by themselves
Be
and Shadow we not giving a fuck, (what)
Criminal minded, criminal's blinded by the fact that we dying
To the top of the game we popping these days
Showing
They out to stop my airplane, cuz they fear what I say
But my people got ears, and can't hear what I say
The poor is hated, even by his own neighbors
sprayed up with clips of this Bay love
Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo
The Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single
Bounce and shake what
and Shadow we not giving a fuck, (what)
Criminal minded, criminal's blinded by the fact that we dying
To the top of the game we popping these days
Showing
plights, you gotta keep the fight, it’ll all be alright,
Cause I’m here, 4L,
Who else you need to get by?
You got a man but you always forever gonna be
barely get by I think
I need license your boy got drive I'm
Trying to make it out what the
Fuck these niggas hating about I do this
Shit for Yams
like inside a space station living
Life isn't what it was there's too much division
Multiply the politicking by the cost of living
Realize we born to die
make fake soft
Little jingles
Sell a few singles
But that ain't shit
Cause a hit ain't a hit without the lyricalist
And at 22
I'm takin any crew
At any
you to the pub next door
Either that or make sure he leaves with a broken jaw
(Ahh) nah man I'm just joking around
Just hoping to soundcheck without
mothers, I brag with the best of 'em
Ask your man what score he got after Mr. Deff tested
If you're the champ, hand over the fucking title now
More
I would throw them all before their bullets
Before I'd sell a single one to wield their power
So lest we fall out of love with life, let us give all
And the women that are trying to
Make me Jesus for a husband
But leisurely I'm single 'til
I'm capturing your psyche
I'm passionate your daddy wouldn't like me
mustache gets mad poon
Spooky as fuck mansions gloomy Tut tombs
Make a mustache man sadly miss mushrooms
Once pursued on a cube
By a room full of Boos
Now
make it right cuz my bread up
That girl just want some my devil love
She want me cuz I got her fed up
Sorry if I fuck your bed up
It's not my fault
what he receives
If the choices to make all were mine
We'd be livin in a world
Without a single borderline.
on the other team
You'll lose the game but make it seem
Like nothing could be further from the truth
Shoeless Joe did what they said he dropped a couple
of those memories
And the times that we had
I was always by your side when you was down
And doing bad
Kinda funny how
You never appreciated what I had
But
where was you last year
When a brother was down?
Not a single one of you
Motherfuckers believed in the brand
Extended a hand, and now you wanna be my man
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