Lyrics:
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We've all gone crazy
Mourning all day
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We've all gone crazy
Mourning all day
that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with,
suffocate cats, I rape tracks, all of this is late facts
I wished from the stove, it came, yes
Porsche racin' with Scottish pitts
Best fly rum in the world
the lilies of the field
Or Caruso in his prime
Yes, the king of them all was Enrico
Whose singular chest could rival
A hundred fervent Baptists
Giving forth
sagas, it's hood science
4 A.M. Infomercials tellin' you where to buy it
1-800-Nas&Hit, all six like a greatest hits
No, my brother, you got to cop your
mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'mma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's
here, over here
Over here, over here
Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young Jesus
Flow prestigious
Stackin' money and playing the field man like Regis
niggas only
We real over here, them other niggas phony
Fuck my opponent it's me against the world
Keep a toolie by my stomach
Fruity ones on, blunt in my
lady cop all over
That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya
Hands so big, you thought I told you to pull it over
She pulled me over, pulled me out
you know all that blow before they sold me?
I'm everything you supposed to be, boy ain't no runnin' over me
Kick it wit' the "King" and lemme show you
good to me so far)
Got friends on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even
and a ten inch waist, you saw...
Boys crashing motorbikes all over the place,
Lip-stick' sending people out of their minds,
And then you wrote down a name,
burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah,
my neck
Then I made it to the bathroom, boner all in my sweats
Sixty-second piss, felt like more like a nut
Sunday mornin' church chick let me hit
A normal life is borin', but super stardom's close to post-mortem
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter
He blows, it's all over, these hoes is all
should had
A funeral fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke our town was broke
And no one could give a thing
'Cept Jones an undertaker
He did mighty
Standing on what's biblical, it's critical
It's Miracle, your sins are forgivable
We bow down to the King, God, Lord of the Rings
King and kings, He's
took it's rest.
And there it did both stop and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Then they did know assuredly
Within that house, the king
a mack-tive, I'll make sure I'll track it
I'll speak a cell a sneak as your backs' gettin' weaker
I freak the beat and get shieker
Rule over King, you're too
The roses you left me slowly fading to grey
Your coat on the chair and the scent of your hair I miss
The clock on the wall it reminds me of all
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
y'all niggas, then we showed y'all niggas, huh?
We gon' take it back with this
By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh?
We
Todd, a big fan"
I wiped, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shi-" when's all of this crap end?
Can't pump my
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