Lyrics:
Want you in the morning, need you in the evening
Love when you come but I hate when you're leaving
Hard for me to trust cause bitches be scheming
Ay
What would you do
If you only had seven minutes to prove everything that you had in life
What would you tell them
What would you say
If you only
and deceit
Report your adversaries like a Nazi
You think your nanny nanny state is so great
You, your, you're Cancel Culture
You're Two Minutes of Hate
Quick
Two simple words
Being "what" and "if"
Such lengthy ways
That these words can go
Ample scarred flesh
Tracks running south
Inject self pity
It's all
You used to be stackin' when you was the mackin'
But that's alright, it's a small thing, a small thing
A two-minute brother, girls, I stress
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
extent...
Meaningless life that's why I'm scared to die
Fueled by what I keep inside
Real ones by my side, got five
Say it mean it, tell no lies
Even when I'm
Enthralled then seized
Expelled by his defenders to smother from the hands of the mighty
The aroused have reigned upon the filthy for disciplinary
dukes when I’m armed’
I just make due THOO THOO you an orange’
Minute Maid juice from the farm’
Till My fam’ly couped in manners’!
I don’t think it
resulted in me
From the minute I attended the public educational system
I was different
The other kids they could sense this
Cuz I was a misfit exhausted
knocking that’s filthy
Verse 2
My ingredients legendary they wanna know how i prepare it
Goldmouth me 14 karots my chrome Got these bitches staring
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
talkin' you just hate my lies
Hate my lies
Know she stay with a winner
Fresco
I'ma slide in a minute
Two times for the guys that'll get it
Both legs up
the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a Brinks truck in my pocket
Thirty chains on my collar
Two drops,
you got two lies
Think you see two hoes
'Cause hoes got to smoke too
Hope you got ten yards
'Cause this blunt will never due
See I remain true
to needs
Greed getting big
Watch ‘em wallow in their sickness
Filthy two legged pigs
Watch ‘em pass you on the right
Park and take up two spaces
Interrupt
that
Freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free
Send me some lovin', tell me no lies
Throw the gun
Armed with keys of brass and silver, keys so sharp with rage and hate
Fifteen minutes they've been walking, see them passing by three cars
Hidden by
the bottle
Split on me, pussy
We are the filthy
The ground is calling, the ground is calling
Death is our taste
We taste up it with drink
Hate in a blast
on the big white telephone,
I'll be back in a minute." Two hours later, poor bloke he was green. I got up, I felt terrible, I says "Yeah,
what's the matter
A million miles a minute, the second I'm in it yeah I be pacing
Bitch I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
Ready to count, 2019
Ready to count
Killing them off in a matter of minutes
Killing them off in a matter of minutes
Killing them off in a matter
forget it since 'cause we only have 30 minutes"
'Fore her man came home for lunch, so I bust my nut and raised up with
Five minutes to spare, her man
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