Lyrics:
That you say words like negro
You hire fucking Pablo
To cut your fucking shrub bro
But I can't get a job though
If I'm not fucking rob lowe
Everytime
her
And never ever let em knock your crown, that's my word
All hands on deck
Making queens and kings of all cards we delt
Jam, Roc Nation
Let's go
belt hotter than a patty melt
I spoke vivid vocabulary words to make sure I was felt (they didn't feel me)
Frost-frost bite touch my earring, I
Can we dim the lights please
Thank you
When you listen to this
You better believe
That my words are real
I don't need a beat
You walked into class
ALL
La vie Boheme, La vie Boheme
MR. GREY
Ahhemm
MAUREEN
Hey Mister - she's my sister
WAITER
So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad
Three soy
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
that I thought I could fight
He's feeding me words he knows I want to hear
And although they get tasty you should disappear
Man's world
No time for
the building
You know they be feeling my words have be chilling the bones of my victims look in my Eyes
Tell that I popped em any last words at least I had
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
nigga just tryna get by
So no words they can see in my eyes
Put his flame out, he thought he was fire
Gotta wave when I shoot, it's goodbye (let's ride)
that's when you will get tackled
From the powers of hell and the principalities
Please I'll eat y'all up like salad
Submitted to the risen King so even if
Cause you ain't written shit I wrote a hundred tomes
A thousand poems some serious some hit your funny bone
But you eating Cesar salad now you think
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
of my word coming up in the biz
Said I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don’t
Give a damn a words of a pussy ass bitch I'm lit
I'm on a slippery slope
is one word and
I just might pop off I just might pop off
Don't make me pop off don't make me pop off
I just might pop off I just might pop off
Don't
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
Rapper nah your a criminal
Next time write your own words instead of stealing my lyrics bro
I ain't been the type to get myself into trouble
I'm usually
line like a stick figure
Cause my words are wild, and when I write
They can't wait for the sentence like family victims of a murder trial
Openly flow
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
Hand on the rocket
Keep your hands out my pockets
All these borders that I'm crossing
Got some salads I was tossing
I done took all of my losses
I'm
myself a boss yeah
Never think it’s sweet like a salad you get tossed yeah
Sitting on some heat I be tucked in the vault
Yeah i’m really cold spitting shit
you word
Seen
So much blood
Even my eyes turn Red
From battles in the killing field
So real
Crabs gotta look for another barrel
But it's not my
that's why I battle
My tracks zesty, condiments atop the freshest salads
I get em roused from up top, way down onto the bottom
Like Johnny rotten, had some
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