Lyrics:
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
Meditate to this
Meditate to this
Meditate to this
Punk meditate to this
Meditate to this
Elevate to this
Visualize the kiss
When I aim I
It’s a lion, I’m the king of rap, what you think of that?
Sure we’re two punks, but we’re not daft
And to think it all started with some Minecraft
Shit, you motherfuckin' right
I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot
When you punk ass niggas don't
Nigga westside, what! Bring
lambo, top down
Violate, get shot down
I live by the codes you follow
I jooks some nigga 'fore I beg or borrow
I come from the street where
There's strong
boom, then your head has exploded
Blood spraying 'round the room, it is turnin' red
One more second 'till your officially dead
My bitch can't hurt me, so
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
that Daft Punk?)
Leaving imprints in your mind like a stench (Personally knew a werewolf)
Fixing all these problems like a monkey wrench
It's so hard
and pad, I'm back
to make a killer, similar to a backstab
Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane
If I'm booty, then I've been framed
By
rappers look like actors on a soap op
Spare change, I'm taking it to the bank
I won't stop until I get me a Millie, so call me Drake
These Daft punk
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
hoppin', too many people in the street
I ain't want to to drink 'cause I was flipping off the paper
One More Time, Daft Punk played like it was fate (Or
'd still win by a landside
Oh, you think so, bitch? Yeah, I know so
Okay, your hands and feet, I let 'em both go
Yeah, fuck now, punk? Give me that gun,
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
We are the L E the K I D
we are the palest pop band in history
We got inspired w didn't steal
The "around the world" with daft punk feel
Here's
with a kid
She was asking for pass I said no are you daft
Do you know what she said let me worry bout that mad
Shots on a track go disperse 'em
Round
you receive my car
When did you send it
Yesterday shouldve been there by now
9 4 5 9 1 Vallejo California mail box ect 9 4 5 9 1
Damn shit what
'm comin' round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin' ninety on the freeway, and hittin' switches
In a high speed chase with these punk b****es
Don't turn
a little bit daft
A little bit happy with a broken heart
I suppose
Picture this, we're by the corner till
We've got our pints up on the windowsill
They only talk to her, because
She looks like a total prostitute, okay?
I mean, her butt, it's just so big
Uh, I can't believe it's just so round
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother
But Life
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