Lyrics:
Rather you than me
If you've been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It's been hell of a fucking journey
Ain't nun' changed nigga
Lil' stronger,
that's how it goes and that's how it is
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs
got a woman and she got a man so
That's how it goes, and that's how it is
[-Chorus-]
Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones
[We had a thang goin']
Mrs Jones
dying industry
Like a coal miner
Mr president to simplify, that's an innuendo
By Putin, you’re being played
Like a goddamn Nintendo
Rapping here yeah you
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
RATTPACK
So many people think that rap is they callin', stop it just cease
Got it capeesh? This is my house you fuckers just lease
Waitin' on a record
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
nothing turns out to be what it seems
And he will then be held accountable
And face the consequence for what he's done
So Mr.President
If you want to make
Mister
Yeah, hey Mister
Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen
Mr. Clean, what's the addy? Mr. I-Keep-Your-Bitch-Happy
Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister
for this
People in power sit back and watch them slaughter us
Mr. President I assume it was negligence
The streets upside down, I'm here to represent
don't have the balls for this
People in power sit back and watch them slaughter us
Mr. President I assume it was negligence
The streets upside down,
power it's become too much to handle
To those who lack compassion or simply don't give a shit
The sheep vote them in blinded by empty promises
Dear Mr
Please Mr president, say it isn't so
And I have a buck till I'm on duct ten row
Please Mr president, say it isn't so
I don't wanna, pay $1000 for gas
is Elephant Man and Rihanna
Can I hear you say, "Turn it up"
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
Turn it up Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ (come on)
Can
president are you gonna choose (Hurry up, now, Hurry up, now)
And the new president-elect of the United States is
Mr. Nuke
I hear them say that 'I Thought
kill?
No need to pretend 'cause this shit is real
Don't be blinded by the red and blue lights
It's time to ride, it's time to rise up
Pay attention
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
just can't make it by ourself
It is cold and the wind is blowing
We need something to keep us gong
Mr. President, have pity on the working man
Maybe
it
Quick to quit it before she get passionate
Sheesh
Eat em up feast
Kapernick got all these hoes on one knee
Got some shake in my spliff like I'm
We just can't make it by ourself
It is cold and the wind is blowing
We need something to keep us gong
Mr. President have pity on the working man
for president
Shoot for president
It's how we grow up
Draw crowds when you blow up
Hair triggers on holdups
Since cribs when we're co-rrupt
Kids go
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Mr. 4th quarter
Mr. Make it happen
Mr. Clean, what's the addict
Mr. I keep your bitch
Yeah
It's dead presidents four
We comin' back for more
Yeah
I take this mic as a step stool and walk above you
I'm'a flight without it's jet fuel
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