Lyrics:
a beast and you may end up guzzled
And I think I'd love to
Mr. Nice Guy ain't so nice
He's fake; he's phony on the mic
Say it to my face; they think twice
me around cuz I'm good for something
She fell in love with Mr. Good for Nutting
Yeah I'm a thug but I got good loving
Start automatic I just push...
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool
That's noted for fresh air and fun
And Mr. and Mrs. Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool
That's noted for fresh air and fun
And Mr. and Mrs. Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their
the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been
Mr. Palmer is concerned with the thousand dollar question
Just like Roger he's a crazy little kid
I've got the time if you've got the inclination
you up to speed
Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier
Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer
If you want to drink call Mr. Belvedere
Run this
checks
Terrorist threat flow, proceed to drop bombs like Mr. Funk flex
But I don't do it for the money, I do it from the heart
I do it with the beatbox,
give you an excuse to do it too, no, no
Mr. Officer, I can't breathe
'Cause you've been pressin' my neck wit' your knees, for years now
We're no
missing ID
But the young trendsetting musician I be
Got critics giving up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring your Mrs by me
I'm it I'm it call me Mr. IT
a desert lama
Collage all these mirages
And show you how I dodge it
Nicest boy since Mr. Rogers
I'm honest and awkward
Been a noble author
Since a silly
I was making love to Scarlett Johansson
Who calls me Mr. Handsome
Told me with tears of joy I was the very
Very best lover she'd ever been with
I
Got me feeling like Famous Dex the way I pick it up
And put it on
Shit it's Mr. put in work, It's Mr. get em gone
Chopper Planet Fitness, glock can
repeating every pattern,
Cause it leads to membrane
Ooh, I need to stop it?
But I can feel it
Oh so deep in my soul Mr. Splinter take me to a place, young man
you've been through
I definitely used to be mad too
I know I'm not Mr. BlueSky
But I could be Mr. Brightside
Everyone needs to stop trying to help
They
silly stunts
To her surprise it was Mr. Airport
Introduced himself and asked what she was here for
He said my name is Tayo and I work with Citibank
Yeah
my name (Olu), now say my name (Olu)
Tell the ref to lift up my fist
Mr. Heyman pay me my loot
Black excellence, uh, black Lexus that we never drive
the streets
If it were up to me
If it were up to me
If I could
I'd steal from mr. hedge fund and drop it off to some single moms and dads
Who work 3-3
If I
touch everything stops
Woah-oh-oh-ooooh-oh
I'll be your Mr. Brightside on the side
Way past caring if I'm the only one in your life
But I'm a shit friend
Knock knock, who's there?
It's me, Mr. Clusterfuck
Sorry, actually it's Javeth, how are you?
I came to say you're a nice view
You say thank you, I
mean it
Prob don't got shit he just sad, he just grieving
It's Reece but my friends call me Mr. Har Har
Knowing shit you forgot like I'm fucking
let you
You at full speed, I'm walking, I still catch you
Mr. Voorhees, good looking, I destroy these
These niggas ain't bosses, they workers
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
He has packed all his things
And he's put them in
the facts
The world know what it be:
Mr rager, Solo Dolo, CUD, repeat it
Come, come now, last call, who want some?
It's just me, two bitches, and dirty drums
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