Lyrics:
your ass another rash
Nurse in the mafia, bitch I am above the rats
Baby I'm a raccoon chillin up in Cancun
Gotta top the damn fakes before they do
got that purp and I got that brown and I got that green
When I'm in yo town and I hit your scene in a candy painted car that'll sit so clean
trunk
still walk around with a
Mask like I'm Jason
I’m raiding the zip just like a Power Ranger
I hop out the car looking like a racer
Got addys and bars
I’m
switch on 3 we gon see
I love my money love my momma they love
We catching rats we setting traps we talking cheese
By 3 am im riding by 4 am im silding
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
your fist clenches, you're pissed
You just wanna get someone with shit, jump on this
You're 'bout to get your shit pushed in, I'm just inches away
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger anybody get rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by
to hide
You're being chased through the woods by a murderous rapist
You know how it's gonna end, ever heard of Jason?
The terror your facin' gonna cost you
to hide
You're being chased through the woods by a murderous rapist
You know how it's gonna end, ever heard of Jason?
The terror your facin' gonna cost you
Razah:
You can't stop the reign, you can't stop the reign, no
When it starts to fall, when it starts to fall
Shaq Diesel:
R.I.P. B.I.G.
From your
to own
Up to ya', couldn't get through to ya'
Now I'm writing this song to allude to ya'
Brown hair, 5'9 with some nice eyes
Stuck by your side
While I do
why
Life's a bitch from beginning to end and then you die
Living the life of sin and why
I can see it in your eyes I'm not surprised
As you
Im with her and she with me
Stick it in dvd
Crazy visuals, pcp
Know i came with the weed
Yeah i brought a big bag
Oh where'd your hoe go
Dont you want
erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver
Get 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow
Cut 'em up like Jason, just face
on occasion take life
By the time you come of age
They'll probably blast on sight
It's a shame they protect them
But try to serve us when your neck is
on the shit back on the strip
Another hit I'm not goin' miss
Don't, you, like, to groove
In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweat shoes
To run yo'
ya
Pull the gat out of my Pr-ada purse
Clock 'em, clock 'em
That's gotta hurt
I'm your down bitch, your accomplice
Ride for you baby and that's
the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stocking
I'm knocking 'em out the box an'
Knocking 'em out their
I'm sitting here in this coffee shop. Y'know the one there by Allen street. The town is filled with thousands of middle class college kids living off
just like the way your body look
Catch her by the waist just like a hook
You don't know I left lil' mama shook
And I read her mind just like a book
spinning like dvd's
I remember back then they wasn't rating me
Now they envy me
Why is always me
I'm on the block with shh and shh
And this mandem are fully
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
the struggle
Gotta watch out for them fake ass I love you's
Foreign
Race it
Trap out the house where the doors is adjacent
Friday the 13th I feel like I'm Jason
thought of before
Ill thoughts are vanishin'
You got me open, look what's happenin'
I'm managin' to formulate goals and plans
Plus I know your
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