Lyrics:
medication
We'll have more on this story as it develops"
"Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice
Has apparently survived a gunshot to the head
In what
Little Suzy Greenberg, with her head caved in.
Soon to let me drown beneath the undertow.
Aughta put that woman in a looney bin,
Cause you know
I slip away
I slipped on a little white lie
We've got heads on sticks
We've got ventriloquists
We've got heads on sticks
We've got
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting sistine
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting Sistine
But if we lock horns, we can charge harder than Busta
We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants to (woo)
So what's the deal? Where was all
ain't diss you on it
But if we lock horns, we can charge harder than Busta (Green Lantern)
We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants to (woo)
So
and his wife
And he was beautiful
A proper artist with a knife
But they transported him for life
And he was beautiful
Barker, his name was
Benjamin
of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with
it was God, but it felt like God
I thought the thought in my head, "Check the Bible"
I'm gonna speak to you from the verse of the day
That means I
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
head I know
So they tell me so
Until my head explodes
Into my head it goes
Tastes so good
Oh, but I knew it would
Tastes so good
Burn like
And he was beautiful
A proper artist with a knife
But they transported him for life
And he was beautiful
Barker, his name was
Benjamin Barker
I am a bone top, a death's head
On a mop stick
You infected me, took diamonds
I took all your shit
Your "sell-by date" expired,
So you had
Little Suzy Greenberg with her head caved in
Soon to let me drown beneath the undertow
You better put that woman in a loony bin
'Cause you know
(yeah, hey, hey)
Go ahead, ruin my make up (yeah, hey, hey)
Promise me that when you kiss my lips, you'll make it stick
That's the way to shut me up
You see me crying
Don't let it get you down
You see me crying
I'm back to the lost and found
Honey, what you done to your head
Honey, what's
resolve a fight?
But with you're style of gamblin' there's no chance to win
That's how it is, and that's the way it's always been
Heads, you win
You can trace the mystery of ancient history
Through art of artists and their models
You can comb through the Rome coliseum
And the rear
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with dread
you and your Instagram, match a gram, Mando
Royal blue Foams, getting head in the red Lambo'
Media take me out, TMZ all in the V.I.P
Bitch I'm hard
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
along)
To stick in your head
To stick in your head
(Make you listen again, again)
It's the greatest hits
And somewhere in the list
I'll find out what
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