Lyrics:
nickin’ sweets
Kicked up the arse... by my daddy
I miss my wife so
Left me with my dizzy spells
Modern day geriatric hell
See the nurse ask
How to handle
Strange
And Doctor Jekyll, and Mister Hyde, they call me a patient
Damn, I'm caught in the matrix
Damn, I'm horny and wasted
Damn, that's fornication
Let me show you the Way of The Master
So your soul can be saved from disaster
Let me show you the Way of The Master
No, we ain't saved by The Law, it
whenever I go to reach for the line
I call it swinging the rock
Tell me where could I be but the top
If he leak a security breach then em mopped
From this
Shoot me, Happy
He’s got the swing
He’s got the drive
He’s got the balls
All violent gentleman on call
Skating on thin ice
Rinks to the links
a call on the phone if you can't speak
And you find it hard to breathe
Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put forth
Inherently legends record all
With an army left as keepers
You can't keep up I rigged this
So mays well call me Ringer
Oh
They want it
But they, never pay it forward
I been buildin'
my name
Call it my modern day claim to fame
World ain't the same
No comin down
Know that I'm reppin that sound
Are you gone stay with me
Need you be my
the poetic form of Chanie Gorkin's "Worst Day Ever?” with a reverse translation into English in verse form.
In English (interpretation by Lord Muck):
1
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
the end
We killed our lord and savior
And dance around on his grave
So when you see my rant on Twitter
You can call me and ideologue
The modern cynic
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
Give dem some place so they can call their home
And then most politician telling poor people lies
And can't give no answer when di poor people cry
We
one
Got a thousand beats about a billion lines
Only niggas fucking with me Cole Kenny
Had Drizzly number when I turned 17 call him up and tell him
See I'm rather mellow, some call it lazy
Me and myself and I ain't with the daisies
Cause I'm no goddamn flower
And every single dancer in
The tempting embrace of the calm
Don't tell me that this life will find meaning
I'm a product of my surroundings
Existence feels more absurd by the fucking
exit
Bothered by some drunk guy
He shit and then fell in it
I laughed and then
I realized
There was a cop behind me, turnstiles wouldn't let us leave
thorough
Jamaicans and Haitians, Dominicans
Puerto Ricans sorta speakin a mix of English
Imported from all the regions yo Hi Tek
Tell them how they do in
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
or tinder?
TIM: I... am an enchanter.
ARTHUR: By what name are you known?
TIM: There are some who call me... Tim?
ARTHUR: Greetings, Tim the Enchanter.
the most important rule
Philly if you hear me too
Riding passenger
Watching the road fly by
With my chair leaned back
Looking up to
The sky
You know I had
between the trees
This yeti mighty roams
Across river and fjord
Unbothered by the modern world
Lives life by his own accord
Abominable
Abominable
They call me Lenny
I could spell that but hey what for
I met the strangest man singing show tunes right out my door
He's like a modern Costanza with
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