Lyrics:
blow up
(That was kinda racist, that was just... that's not...)
New Spongebob phone
Gotta a new ringtone
PS2 startup, with this song I surely bone
I
on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Currently on Extinction Level Event 2
Genesis Chapter 11, verses 1 through 9
Thousands of years before Christ
Tyrant Nimrod, Gilgamesh of Shinar,
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
duck Muh-Fucker
Watch you standing on? (Nada) What you claim to bone? (Nada)
What you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone
Blood sweat
Just dropped a album but I still ain't got no time for sleepin'
I might wake up, drop a mixtape for no reason
Influence you lil' niggas, happy that you
I can feel it in my bones
I'm designa, yeah I make it for my bros
I got red Heart, so I can get my bitch Chrome
Huh, I got red jacket, red shoes, red
slapped you like an album kid
Watch ya tone, before I pop a bone up outcha limb
Fucc wit me, ya blood 'll stream mo den yo album did
Now we're lit,
Deadlines to make
Moves to be made
Ima work my fingers til the bone Til they brake
The price of being brave they Ain't seen it
Tryna squeeze it all
Shit bro, this shit got me flowing in space
Trying to roll up the blunt
Shit
Two of us fucking on this bitch
Call it double tap
How you gon' be
chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstools turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
[Chorus - 2X]
All I want to do is smoke my dro..bitch
Sit on the couch get high n get throwed bitch
Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded
off the skin, eat all the meat
Nibble on the bone, and then suck the goo
Man if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold
It even taste better
You see I write my name in stone as I grow into my own
I'm bad to the bone and a beast I'm in my zone
No need for hallow tips or 9 that's plated by
will live forever, my fame will be maintained
Now some can't feel this, and some feel can't that
But all can feel a track that's produced by Battlecat
So
Tyler did the Gator
Till the break of day
Do the Boogie
The Lone Star Boogie
Ooooh, ahhh
El Paso did the Monkey
They love to rock and roll
Two by two in
with this shit for half a year)
Didn't break a bone?
U fucking soft
Leave a home and throw a rock
Scar on my head
Don't give a fuck
(Living well, no
public school too
Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call
Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from bein' done
Makin a move in my bones
You presents makes everything else irrelevant when we close
Turn off the 2-way
You lay your head on my pillow
And do me
from album two
To bring this record home, we need one more genius breakthrough
So now enjoy as we autotune that fart ten times for you!
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