Lyrics:
the Syndicate's throwin that crazy dick
Punk motherfuckers run up
You'll get done up
We'll have your ass gunned up
Before sun-up
So what's the color I'm raggin?
might just see that, you might just see
If you want to hear Daft Punk maybe go to Paris
If you want to hear Bocelli go to Italy
If you want to go
be shovelling the snow
'Cause it's winter, fuck you think?
I'm talking 'bout blow?
Goofy ass synth got me sounding like Daft Punk
I ain't been around
teens
I avoid my family By any means
They are all conservative I’m on the left
And that’s as cliche as Folk Punk can get
Politicians lie to get
'm coming straight outta Cockton lo, mein!
Straight outta Compton
Another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my dick gets bigger
I'm a sad motherfucker,
a brother, I'm it now
I'm the illest
Wanna kill this house nigga Don Cornelius
Can you feel this?
You punk niggas make me sick
Sucking on the devil's dick
dropped by the cops
I'm bad, understand me with the game I kick
I got crazy bitches like a Trojan on my dick
Yo Hobb we got more rep than Lucky Luciano
Ayy, first Daft Punk break up, now every day I wake up
Ayy, first Daft Punk break up, now every day I wake up
Ayy, bitch, bitch
Motherfucker, I
Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali
Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble
Cause them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble
And we ain't
in my head
Five more punks where I stand
Taking down the corrupted
Taking down the government
Put a bullet in my head
Five more punks where I stand
You can call us names
Try to divide us
By trying to classify us
Call me many names
Tell me punk is dead
The more you try to bring us down
to also sing?
Daft Punk's Homework and Tron
Because of the Times by Kings of Leon
1984 Van Halen's self-titled
Beastie Boys License to Ill
Angels
daft punk in the south of France
I took over all they're echelon-on-on-on
Let's go
Off the meds I go
Off the juice and more
After the codeine love she
old ass sing no more
You fuckin' punk pussy, you fucking faggot, sissy fuck
And by the way, a .380's a fuckin' sissy gun
If you're gonna shoot
it
The newest, oldest punk that you know
I am wrecked
By a glowing tension
Down my neck
Through my shoulders and spine
Can I bum one while
thing
You were always better, faster, stronger
And I was just a daft punk
I felt I should've been a better big bro
A bit ago
Oou
I don't really wanna
You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard
I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you
fucked up
Like a fucked up punk with a fucked up mouth
A nine inch nail, I'll get knocked the fuck out
Fucked up AIDS from fucked up sex
Fake-ass
call me Tarzan
I'm in your head like Ben Carson
One more time like Daft Punk
Sleep em' like a damn bunk
Bitch I'm baked like T-Funk
This drink got me too
I'm drivin by slowly
Sayin' I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
and punk niggas are breakin'
To the door, tryin' to join my fan club
Lip-syncin' over one of my dubs
The instrumental will scratch for the moment
Until I
on first
A helmet or one of them Daft Punk helmets I don't know what the fuck
Just don't just splash off
Plus that's more like an away game thing I just want
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
this **** all night, leave your **** hog-tied
****, this is raw hide, mixed with the dark side
Never will I walk by, punk, I'm the fall guy
****,
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