Lyrics:
I'll shoot your black ass!
I'm a magnet to money, the paper is where I'm at
They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C.
I'm a P-I-M-P yo chick
Who possessed you to do that? Who programmed - that shit sound wack
Unplug your mic
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by
But your albums trash from the skit to the covers
I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber (I'm)
(L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
bitches by they looks
When it's really all about what she can do for you
I do for me and still see a True
Ah-ha, really? Do you hear me, bro?
Got your
bass louder until my ears incessantly bleed
Please do not look at me too long protect your eyes
They been talking like I ain't walk with a knife
They
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems to drive
minutes and thirty-three seconds
Once the album is in progress, we ask that you fasten your headphones
Do this by placing the foam fittings over each
get a new idea, write it down
go downtown, tell everybody ear to ear
Crack open a few beers, or go to a party
Lose your phone, you'll be drunk as fuck
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
day
The fact that I'm still bumpin' in
People's ears after a decade
Makes me proud that I came from the country
Raised by only rednecks
I took what I
to your ears
The topics of the songs all differ
but refer to damage, it's a concept album
Some tunes are tight, some are soft
Just don't give a fuck
I heard your style and I beat you nigga
Your whole album I sleep through nigga
'cause 'Te's an avalanche so call an ambulance
And tell 'em to pick
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I
this album, sit back, relax, put in some ear buds
Or lay on your bed. close your eyes and start on track one
And listen all the way through
and allow the universe to fall to its
Knees at your command rather than allow
The universe to manipulate your peace of
Mind. enjoy this album, sit back,
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
glimmers in the sky
It never truly leaves
Scheduled for eternal fun-tirement
Hometown hymns blasting in your ears
Pilot golden chariots as Uber Rick
Vessels
glimmers in the sky
It never truly leaves
Scheduled for eternal fun-tirement
Hometown hymns blasting in your ears
Pilot golden chariots as Uber Rick
Vessels
EarDrummers mike WiLL Made-It
Half a year later
Still ain't heard an album greater (yo)
The natives want me out of the office
Back on the pavement
nahmean?
And if you don't know then just open your minds and your ears
And feel this shit
She keep tellin' me, tellin' me
If you were worried 'bout
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera and Shakespeare shit
I stuff my ears with
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