Lyrics:
makes me lose control (now bring it back now)
We gon' make you lose control
And let it go, 'fore you know, you gon' hit the flo' (one, two, three, let's
Punk, bitch
He's 1-inch small, but he want to talk tall
Trying to fight the law, escorted by a cop car
Love to run your mouth, till I give you
the same
When he's not by my side
But yet, I shouldn't complain
But be waiting with my arms open wide
[Chorus: x3]
Chorus
Don't get it twisted by the high heels and pretty dress.
She aint the type you bring home to your mama.
She's a maniac a maneater.
She'll hit
dick get creamy, pussy dreamy
Ayo, one, two, check, one, it's fun too
I get it done too, forty inch my frontal
I get it three, four, yep, yep, I'm
[Intro: Icey Rock Craven]
Born in the basement of Bizzle*
Brought to life by Icey Rock and Tech N9ne
The many faces of madness
I bring to you,
my time and send you my slow reply.
Give me an inch and I'll make the best of it.
Take all you want and leave all the rest to die.
Reap the wild
Look what's happen' to me,
I'm going blind, please help.
There I sat until three,
Gettin' further behind myself, by myself.
And I'm hung upside
the same as their staff
The Presidents' stature
How tall or not, they were
Their difference is about a foot
But, it's just a number
A half inch more than
a real life movie Mad Max
S-K's, AK's max, ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap
My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back
But yo
My country shitted
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
B-B-Beat her brakes off
She love it when I'm tapping on the gas
She only been with dudes who bring the minimum
I bring the max
Bout to attack
Girl wassup
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
said they'd be here by nine
And Deb said she might bring a friend
Just my luck, they're right on time
So here I go again
I'm gonna smile my best
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
country to country
It's never too far cause I'll take 'em all
From the Shah to the Czar
The Fu Man Chu
The Prime Minister too
The King and the Queen
My
bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme
the lights go out
And they scream
It's the girls in the front row singin'
It's the boys with the wheels that bring them
Its lighters in the air and you guys
suits, linen fabrics
Three quarter croc, sharper than a pastor be
Sig bring the light to the masses
Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes
One
that it?s done
You might not realize when it comes
And only overcome it by the grace of the son
Just try to stand your ground take it head on
Every
suits, linen fabrics
Three quarter croc, sharper than a pastor be
Sig bring the light to the masses
Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes
One
be thrown as a pipe bomb
Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon
Thing about my music is it ain't s*** like why'all
Thought, diesel like
see what these walls can do
This pussy can enlighten you x3
Mad Max is my Max
That’s all facts
X6
My Mad Max is, Daddy
He thrusts, me
To the edges,
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