Lyrics:
Apple like Mac
That's that computer love
I kill that p****
But I don't go to the funeral
Cause I'mma wear this a** out like a uniform
So ride this dick
Apple like Mac
That's that computer love
I kill that pussy
But I don't go to the funeral
'Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform
So ride this dick
out like a uniform
So ride this dick like a horse turned to unicorn
Phone in her back pocket made the eh
Phone in her back pocket made her
Booty
If you ain't counting blues then why you counting
The blues is the only thing I'm counting
Distribution it done gave me my allowance
Before I blow it
the rich to the poor, a balance to enhance,
Wealth distribution's theory, not left to circumstance.
In the rhythm of the markets, under capitalism's glance,
For the hardest blow of all
Is to hear the bugler call
You've got to get up, you've got to get up
You've got to get up this morning!
Some day I'm going
Apple like Mac
That's that computer love
I kill that p****
But I don't go to the funeral
Cause I'mma wear this a** out like a uniform
So ride this dick
through the night
We hope to make you smile
Call us if you're in need
Brew Berrymore Rescue Team
Black golden uniforms
We're shiny unicorns
Call us if
hysterical noise
Join the army of dirty, provocative boys
Lick my boots and call me master
I'm your leader, lord and pastor
Watch me grab some boobs for hire
I was making a list of all the problems in my life
Til I realized most of them are out of my control
Distribution center for the love
We don't take
observes it
But this track isn't about wealth distribution, it's about death distribution
It's about how to prevent death there is an easy solution
But
bitches I'm prepared to die
Up on my tip, cause I won't slang his drug supply
Jail ain't never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too
Distribution
Yeah
Its a celebration
Its a celebration
I just got a distribution deal I might take it
People always told me I know noone, I won't make it
But It
the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come with dude
Bitches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch
Cause
the smack
Now they got me for traffickin, racketeerin, audio crack
They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell em I'm where hope, floats man
Ghetto
auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flow's
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you
auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flow's
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you
Apple like Mac
That's that computer love
I kill that pussy
But I don't go to the funeral
Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform
So ride this dick
a uniform
So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn
Phone in her back fuckin' made a "ah"
Thong in her back pocket made her booty call
I said hello,
screwed over in Vietnam"
He'd drag out that old uniform and say, "They used to call me slim"
He never could get it buttoned up but the pride looked good
action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matos, used to call me
auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flow's
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you
The night falls, my thoughts begin to roam
Light the blunt, weed smoke to the dome
Hit the road then I'm gone
Missed calls on my phone
But they
outer soles
Call it arsonal, I'm armed and ready
To fight any battle, break down the doors
Confidence my uniform
It's a perfect storm
I'm not weak, I am
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