Lyrics:
it's to that little kid being
Held by Holy Mother Mary
I'm a whole different kind of scary
Bring your military
I'll smash you and all your subsidiaries
sleeping next to a head horse
Spark the rose mary, I saw the pussy and it's so heavy
Take the leather out the closet like a known fairy
I fuck it but I
rap contests
Shootin' hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests
I signed on the lines of a wack contract
Didn't even read it, fuck that
They gonna
out of hotel rooms
Without no bitches!
They can get gaffled like they in a motherfuckin raffle
Punk ass
[ice cube]
Yo, I respect the respectable
If
the whole world then why does he waste it
If mary's a virgin why wouldn't she hate him
If larry's a drunk i think we could take him
Hey larry hey larry hey
of a race must be measured by the character of it’s womanhood” –Mary McLeod Bethune
Come close to me baby
Let your love warm through
I know this world gets
Every time you call
I can’t talk
Uber to the crib, it’s a body when it drop
Throw a Benji like a fit and she play Randy Moss
It’s a Hail Mary when we
BET, MTV, or "E! True Hollywood Story"?
Can I hold my own
And rap without having to go back to Pharrell or Poke & Tone?
Can a married man still appeal
can try not to think
Living in a world that is dreadful every day
I cannot go a day without receiving someone's hate
But truth is that I don't give
T.v.'s your pet your radio set, I scan
Popular music gives crap jams, you've been blinded, narrow minded
You know rap is big with the crowds nothing's
on Fred Allen's radio show
(47) Frederick Delius: 1862-1934
English classical composer one of the
Earliest to be influenced by
African American music
(48)
twin,
Semi-automatic, rap on soul beats and EDM
Motherfuckers wanna encore, so we gonna sing again
I got me umbrellas, for the bullet showers, CNN
The way
so I could rap now
The next generation still singin', "Fight the Power"
Fight the power (fight the power)
Fight the power (fight the power)
Fight
Bicth I Tom Brady, without the rings
I throwing Hail Marys, and bicth let it ring
I'm a opurtunist, yea I take my chances
Kill your family tree, and cut
and go to church
Hail Queen Mary, then to work
Like a BX boogie dwarf like
Hi-ho, hi-ho, hi-ho, hi-ho
I'm the shit at least the burp
Yes I rap and go
fucking sunny, I'm the pimp without the feather
Truly I really don't give a shit about this rap game
Popped another Xan so I ain't feeling the back pain
For certain, got 6 figures in my sock drawer
And honestly this year I expect to make a lot more
It's hard to live without a budget when life is
'm wasted but I'm
Making movies by day
And albums by night
Everyday I'm getting paid
Every month is a flight
Found my Mary Jane
We gon get married in
will never be found in your radio
I manoeuvred through the illusions like Mysterio
So sing your vanity prayers 'fore you expire
And take some pride, you
Real scary Bloody Mary stale carry
Weight of toss the game on my shoulders Hail Mary
Hands crossed on the prayer as I Hail Mary
And live my teenage
street pusher
Give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up, I took her
Ran out of liquor
(Time to re-up)
Here comes her nigga
(Who gives a f***?)
Rap
(Hidden truths are tasked)
Chambers
(Echoes making noise)
You´re on the radio
You big, fat daddy´o
Aliens hear you in their UFO´s
Santa Claus drops by soon
see them in the entrance
I be getting faded fireball is my apprentice
Metaphors I live by my nigga Lupe get the credit
On top of that they can't
was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by
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