Lyrics:
weed taste niice
I must be
So damn niice
Visually confirmed by the 3 blind mice
Loud pack is my old spice
Hardest team in the burgh ain't from alderdice
a giver and people wonder why I'm so nice
I kill my liver with these drugs but I like to roll the dice
With my life and my love
My squad some blind mice
ass boy
Gonna drop this fuckin' knapsack
Trapped into the grave, all I see is grey
Gotta find my way
Tryna blind me, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Ain't got numbers in
Doctor Seuss and Mother Goose playing a game of tiddlywinks
Three blind mice down in Couer d'Alene buying everybody drinks
Django, Bing, Sting and Ringo
(Who) the one who can leave with your main chick
(Who) can fuck four girls from the same clique
(Who) Mr. Right (Who) Make sisters fight
(Who) ain't
natural, like I’m Mr. Cruise
Yeah they know I’m classic see by my suit
And my love’s tempting, like forbidden fruit
I came in bringing the light like Mr
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
that, I pull your blinds, catch you f'ing with mines, no go 'head
I got no time (hate to be wastin' time), muthafucka know the name
And know that I
"free price"
blind as a bat or better yet blind as three mice
Either way you look at it the crooks get it
don't look at me like I'm pathetic, the book
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
more like tofu
I thought I told you
I cain't even hold you
Control the game on my Roku
I thought I told you
Nursery rhymes with 3 blind mice
a diamond your priceless
A lot of girls shine you the brightest
If you ever try to leave me like this
I'll follow you like three blind mice sis
So here's my
what I saw I'm doin 3 blind mice
When your music this good they gotta rewind twice
I ain't been on Noisey or been on Vice
But I been on the BBC I been
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
Your confidence, matter a fact
Blinds over your eyes
This is how three months fly by
This is how three months fly by
Will you be my best friend in
[Thirstin Howl III]
I'm accustomed to abiding by freestyle penal code
My rhymes are like long drives going down a scenic road
Taught discipline
to sever rappers
This is the aftermath of a nuclear blast
Man made machines versus human beings
I predict it coming
A World War 3, Iran, Pakistan
And look
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
Just kick it one two three, go head, go head man, go head
He was a crook -- at the age of nine
Do whatever it took -- he'll rob you blind
Snatchin
fuckin' nation
Persuaded
By television
Some fuckin' music
Headphones
That got drilled into their fuckin' heart
Head like a drill sergeant
Hmm
Yeah
I'm
"Isn't it a lovely day
Mr bukowski?" "Oh yeah, Yeah"
The children walk past and
I don't even exist
And lovely women walk by with big hot hips
And warm
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