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of her hips
It's something in the soil, It's the bellota oil
Here sentiments are pacifistic
Flowers are caressed by mist brought in by the heathen pacific

trunk must be wisdom tooth that your perking
Evil made you finish me, Listerine shot with the bourbon
The channel current, let me make this certain
This

Something jumps in me then I rap and I sing
I'm turning to a God I don't care about nothing
If you don't give me money then you know we ain't fucking
Niggas

do what they tell me
I won't take advice if your bank account empty
Rock a few arenas then I'll let you come help me
And watch who you compare me with

working on me and he's still got some work to do

Play Google with that money and we searching you 
Pop up on you leave you sleepin' like you popped a perc

Cause it's something to do
Me I'm chilling single
Ain't got nothin to prove
Ask me how I come up
With this new attitude
Bitch I meditated
And got back

Meat Cleaver

Brotha Lynch Hung

Mannibalector

2013

Jack Frost and my teeth is ugly
You just that soft but the beef is lovely
Reheat that shit then I eat that shit (Then what 'cha do?)
Then repeat that

I know what they want and I really got it
Check my catalog it's really something
Wanna jab at me I'm feeling nothing
Do what's right my soul it

me away

Have you ever seen a dead body
Have you ever seen an endless lobby
Swooped by a flying monkey
Looped in a trance like a zombie
Fashion killer

Everyone has their own methods of dealing with trying to help keep their kids safe. I got something I got to share with you. I call it

roll my weed, but not if that lil ho' so cheap
(Yuh)
Ho' you best be matchin'
I'ma lay ya on the mattress
Give you something you could practice
If your

Put it out they like damn kid
Beat so hard make you look like you smell something rancid
This an auction and I am the best bid
Spark a fire while

it, right?
Oh yeah, brilliant. I'm sure the teacher won't notice at all.

Hey, at least I'm writing something. What have you got so far?
I've written my

she left the room I just looked at you from the cradle, yo
Like, she literally wouldn't even let me change your diaper
And what am I supposed to do

can't lie
Think I'm addicted to it
Baby you hear the music (yea)
You've got the smoothest movements
I love the way you do it
Like something magical to it

Something out of nothing yeah yeah yeah yeah
Calling me the chosen one
Tell you bout trails that I've over come
Whole life Like a loaded gun
I had just one

to say I want YOU
These games of mental stress
Only giving me the stress of this
Emotional insecurity, hearts blinded by the pursue of thee
NOW whats going

That's My Voice This Is Me 

Yeah Yeah 
Oh they said they want to hear me Back on that real shit all I do is really Real shit

It's hard to dance

a lost cause and truth be told
I lie too much, my bad
Trust me I'm working on it

I thought I'd die young
Likes didn't do shit
I know well being well

Let me blow my horn Nigga I'm dope 
Let me blow my horn Def like so so
Let me blow my horn I been to humble 
Let me blow my horn Gotta burst you

But promise you wont lie to me 
Tell me something, Karma 
Did I do something wrong? 
Was the trauma from childhood not enough to make me strong? 
Tell

you renditions
Of my life, of my dreams
Cause life ain't just what it seems
Y'all tried to keep me in the box but man I burst through the seams
I got

Ayo
I don't want
Any of that negative shit in my life man
You got any of that?
Keep that shit away from me
You got a problem with that?
Maybe you

know if I wanna be famous
But I gotta do something with myself so I sat down had to buckle up
Put me on a poster
Feel like Sammy Sosa
How I make these