Lyrics:
wanna get drunk, and I wanna get laid
Want a fuck-you punk band, and I want to play
Guitar - I might be crippled, but I am not lame!
Bababaa badabadaba
ma, I’m a mu’fuckin’ rap star
Everywhere I go, I’m accepted, like a Black Card
You can tell, by the way that I go hard
I ain’t gotta say it, I’m your
wishing
I wish I knew what you were going through
I wish I would have spent more time with you
I wish I could've been there
For your birthday last December
TELL THE CHILDREN THE TRUTH…
YOUR PUSSY BAND SOUNDS JUST LIKE SHIT
YOU'RE NOT PUNK ROCK
YOU'RE MORE LIKE A PUNK TRIK
YOU CORPORATE MOTHERFUCKERS ALL
was perfect timing
Lining up for another drink by the bar
By the stars, by the sight of that stink
I'm not gonna take any more time to think
I blink
I’m kinda
rational When I be asking y’all
Who is more dramatic, this on or that one,
the black one or the white one
If you jump up punk, imma jump
around punk, battle for cream nigga
[RZA]
You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
How you tell someone that you love that you just can’t love em no more
I been so many places now I don’t even catch fomo
I’m so dead inside its like
I know who I am but sometimes I’m not really sure
On one hand I do the most yet I wish that could do more
I ain’t where I was before,
I ain’t where I
are hardcore, you want some more
Reason that I'm squeezin' your girl
(You never please her)
So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter
Cut her
are hardcore, you want some more
Reason that I'm squeezin' your girl
(You never please her)
So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter
Cut her
can
Get down to business
I think it's time I paid a little visit
To my run down neighborhood cemetery
To tally up the people I buried
57, 58, 59,
the fuck I was
It's like I had to give them that energy
So they understood and they knew the song
And they knew how to move to it by the time it was over
Yeah.....higher......
Yo, one more time
I don't know what to make of this
Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it
Put my game down
more
Old alcoholic insecure punk
What you hit my momma for?
Now I got so many personalities
It's a shame
And since pressure can bust a pipe
I'm relieving
Nich' (hey)
The super duper, Superfly break loose
I'm deeper than Roots
Skywalk on niggas like I'm Luke
Punk, I flow rhymes all the time
Gettin mines
Get
Verse 1:
Check it, I catch more heat than a histitic jew
You catch two thumbs down like a Matty Rich movie review
Your individuality is missing like
this time
But if I catch you again, I'm gonna slap you in the county jail"
We said, "Thank you sir, you sure been nice
And you ain't gonna have
B.I.G. said it first more money more problems
The why I see it more problems more money, what's up
I got the streets on lock, Atlanta on my back
I do it
Bringing real rap back
[Chorus]
I'm tired of this foolishness
cll these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone
I'm in the dark, I'm in the dark
Passing by all the stars, Passing up all the stars, I'm in the dark, I'm in the dark
In the night time, In the night
If you touch my peso
Hunt you down like I’m el chapo
Keep that 9 tucked just like rondo
Never been scared to do more time bro
I’ve already tried
got a box i ain't Roddy Ricch
Knock his punk ass out his socks
Make him take a trip
Be fake with you I can not
I ain't like them
Bet i say what's on my
There's a new kind of love
One that calls your name when nobody's there
A new kind of love
A love that thrives upon our empty affairs
It doesn't
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