Lyrics:
to pack a black 22
By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew
I step through, and represent Black Moon
First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo
Infested myself, and got convicted
Wearing visors, sunglasses, and disguises
Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr
and Mr. Hyde to the fiends, zombie brain eating freaks
Stained by bloodstains of pain with the creeps
Cannibalistic vision, aim at the beast
Terrain strange
Dope, Say my name and they all choke
I've seen death in all clock, Moon rock make my mind float
Promethazine, with Codeine got me leaning like my spine
Scattergories
Carotid; bloody gory
Candid; failed stories
Death; Mori
Sun sign
Moon sign
More proof than moonshine
D3 sunshine
(Ahh!)
Birth chart
Surfactant; 1st
that's just bustas do
Clock my time and I'm threw
Nigga I always stay true
I ride one deep and it cool
I live my life by the moon
Where did my life wrong
the coroner
They know me by reputation from all the bodies pouring in
Meanwhile, me and Chuck are working on a Bowflex
Redman rolling up blunts talkin, who's
Hey homie where you come from
Who me I come from tha bottom tha bottom tha bottom
Tha bottom by haystak mak million
The trials and trigilations
no I won’t tell Mrs. Claus
He said “ho ho ho,
Let’s get high high high”
We get on the sleigh to take a ride
He pulled out his whip as I lit
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
Head and nose(?) Brewing brutal hesitant to applaud
I been known to fall flat in my face covered in mud
As the sun turns to darkness the moon turns
get red
By the way some shit can fuck wit' the head
("Some musical rhythms can")
(Back up! Back up)
Step back you dilly stunts
I'm illy more than once
were the one two three four five six seven eight
Too many choices
I can tell where she's been by where the splinters at
I leave them because they get me
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
that he had 3 mo' niggas posted out back
Bring this on
'cause right by the back door is my 'causein tone
And mr. blunt
Ready to give some nike reading
the river on the way to the sea
If you catch a tiger by the tail, you better be ready to kill
Keep it caged it up, and your hand won't be enough to keep it
doggone tired
If I continue I'm done for
I get my death by grind
Too busy chasin' that good life
To live the one I'm in
Won't you throw me something baby
I
Sneakin' out through the windows in my livin' room (Livin' room)
Drivin' round, tryna find a place to pull through
Roll up, moon looks full like your mouth
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
Godzilla ain't got shit on me
Check the repertoire Elm Street I dare You to dream
It's the dark side of the moon
Get your pistols out
Ain't shit to beef
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
the table turnin', the moon eclipsin'
I keep on learnin' I can't keep leavin' my sperm in bitches
Realize the skill, I earned my right to the fuckin' pot I
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
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