Lyrics:
go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
Word to god doc throw more lines then
mixed with new raps
Look at all the niggas that I blew past
Hood by Air, to the durag
Nigga make way for the new jacks
(Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh,
the jack off hour, girl
You requested it and The Documentary 2 is in your ear
And I am the DJ that is gonna sock some soul to your ass
Not the DJ that can
try, act like I'm a little pissed off
With all that shit that needs to stay back in the shell?
Because your punk ass made it up, your fucking mind was
hoes affendin us
We're special eders go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
Word to god doc throw more lines then fishin rod
No stars, we're supergod non recouperb-alls
daddy got a problem, we can hit the grass mayne
An asshole by nature, livin' in the fast lane
Stay rilla fo' reala, fuck with me and that's yo' ass
and busting the bass; (BOOM BOOM) bitches holler back
When I come attack all the rappers tryna come and jack the flow
Don't know I got it by the duffle bag
the bunker buzzin'
Disgusting
Y'all ain't fucking with the all-trade Jack-o-lantern
Hack the vocals like a pumpkin
By the dozen
This just in
I can't tell
How do you want me to rap?
To stay relevant so I drop the same trap?
To stay relevant so I drop the same crap?
I swear by God I rather shot by
talkin back
Put her in time out, spank that ass
Watch it bounce back like jumpin jacks
Sold Apple Jacks, o’s and half’s
Kept the work ina Gucci duffle bag
kissing my ass
Now picture me that
So many wanna cop what i do
But they dont understand the pain and wanna copy it too
So tell me what i got to say to make
workin' for a bastard
I gotta see that money before my ass sees a casket
Get paid, motherfuck a raise
'Cause to all them improper crooked coppers,
jack
This where my heart at, uh
Fell in love with carbon, uh
I don't like nothing
So the racks by my pocket lil' puffy
No, she don't say nothing
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
that's standing fat with your rack
Let's get candid act like your Janet Jack and mash in the sack
Or pretend your Nikki Nova while I film and flip it
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
beat, the X is so death defyin'
Super scrubs keep tryin'
You wanna bite like a pit? I'll be the lion
I'll chew your ass like monkies on wild kingdom
of MC's who never pass the mic
And yo, we be like, "Time to kick that ass"
I gots to for self, now a days by myself
'Cause it's bad for my health
of jack
So we slipped down his chimney with an 18 pack
He didn't leave cookies but we needed a snack
So we took the beer back and I FUCKED HIM IN THE ASS
snappers, speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I flap my trapper
Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave
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