Lyrics:
JFK is still alive
They brought MJ back to life
Elvis Presley never died
Everything's a fucking lie
Lincoln's also still alive
John Wilkes Booth explain
back
Nailed her to the ceiling when I'm pushing on her pelvis
See my tattoo of Elvis when I'm tearing up her cat
I'm a perfect imperfection
My
stop, I can't, I can't
Listen right now they look at us like an ant
Gravedigger, John Ritter going out like Elvis on the shitter (X4) chorus
I got
And shoot me twenty-five times in the same spot (ow!)
I think I got a generation brainwashed
To pop pills and smoke pot 'til they brains rot (uh-oh)
Stop
and roll
Elvis Presley
Cause she looks at me like we've met
Interesting
I just read her body like a book
Test me
But be my little honey bunny
You love me all
pocket's
Heavy, thick Only thing I love is Ricky O's, I'm on my
Selfish shit Money to it, keep me hungry, groovy, Elvis
Presley shit You feeling like you
Pass Me By
"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to
compare
niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another muthafuckin' casualty
Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
pay to complain)
I never compain.
When I get up each morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror, there's
pay to complain)
I never compain.
When I get up each morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror, there's
Presley was nice
Look at me
I am twice
Twice as nice
Stand tall
Ferris heights
I think I'll
Head to Paris grab a bite
Gary Harris appetite
Harry Garrett
Children stop to steel, listen to me
God walked down by the Briny sea
Beheld evil of the sinful men
Declared that he would destroy the land
Spoke to Noah
clothes in the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sittin' on the grass layin' side by side
You could be my baby
When I look at my lady
Girl, you
case my guardian angel gets thirsty
I just can't help but press the red button
I'm Elvis Presley of self-destruction
Kanye West can't tell me nothing
sexy
Living likka dancehall popstar
Elvis Presley
And d gyal and dem ah envy
Cuz yuh always hold yuh corner but yuh always trending
And d pagan only pree
and watch your profits pop
Better hop on now before I don't need your help
Imma go legend
I mean Elvis Presley
Im about to do a mix but she said fuck me
school cutty, grippin' wood (grippin wood)
On elvis presley boulevard to tha hood ( boom boom boom)
With two twelve's in the trunk on worship mode (on
they talkin' 'bout, nigga (fuck that, nigga)
Rack them motherfuckin' dominoes up, nigga
(Just look, ayy, look out for the table, nigga)
Fuck that
been brought here
Manacled, beaten by your own people.
Do you have the first idea why you deserve it?
Listen King of the Jews,
Where is your kingdom?
by the early morning dew
At the whispering stream, at the bubbling brook
The fishes leap up to take a look
For they are breathless over you
Still
be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
But don't
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
stop, won't stop
Everything drop like panties, hot like Miami
Move like little black kid stealing candy
Barely seen, honnies call me barely cream
Real
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
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