Lyrics:
and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's moving so fast
But being broke with no food is just
broke at the time and I couldn't afford it, you know
I was like, fuck, man
Can't afford this, so let me break it into little parts and stuff, you know
Is
not about your body it's just social implications are
Brought upon by this party that we're sitting in
And I'd like to say you've changed but you're
Haven't you heard guys? You can't say Chri-biip-mas you gotta say Holiday
I can't say Chri-biip-mas?
No you might offend somebody.
Who is offended by
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
Revisionist Past by Dying Fetus
Reekomposer vocals by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
The long lasting record
The customary truths
Historic correlation
again?)
They call us the unflushables
One swipe a clean wipe
(Go flush it, fellas)
And what causes all of this shit?
What is the source of food for
the cloth and you get mortified
Album got no skips in this bitch like i'm Mordecai
She keep tryna flirt told that hoe that i was more than fye
I'm sick of all
Shredding competitors like they top secret documents
Better off in the trash than emceeing near where I'm rocking it
Twisting words
Til I'm pinching
the next to blow
You should see my gangster grill, look like the shit from blow
Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer?
You ever cook the whole
message
My presence
Your halo
Will come to you soon
An album by me
Dropping in June
Ayo
Sitting right next the beef
Like its lettuce tomatoe
Complexion
signed it fast, for half of Johnny's Cash
Nia Long ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom Sawyer at the Lucille Ball up at the foyer
He
Verse 1:
George
His name is George
We call him George because
Because George is his name
cnd he soars high above
Where most will never go
With his
what it is
Scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They gives us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
(You
George, I am flyer than Airwolf yeah
I slay all you dragons like Beowulf yeah
Your boyfriend's looking like a werewolf yeah
And your mom is looking like
ass honky got them birds flying south
Like George Jung wit some gold fronts
Watch me turn my tour bus to a foursome
Man I need me a Penelope
People
this for the music of course
And for you and for me I wouldn't be here without it
That's the reason I'm still throwing words like a Spelling Bee I'm
George
Got weed? (I got blunt) My name Jamal
I pause, flick the ash from my L
I (pause) like Run and Jason Mizell
The emcee is me, host for the night
I just pound in it pound in it
I really feel like I'm doin this shit for nothin
Make a album in three weeks and it'll a be tight if ya lucky
And I
all
Where I got my start
Where they still love Jesus, by God
And know George Strait songs by heart, yeah
I like the working blue crowd
Kinda
it's gonna be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy
Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin' colonies
Commonly, I hear
Here we go
George george george of the jungle watch out for that tree
Or if you're an emcee watch out for me and my man Jazzy
Ahh just hitting it
of its blessings/
They always rain down like it's thunderin/
The son of man, spread love is the plan/
And show love to the Gods who taught me to represent/
Feasting on the Blood of the Insane by Six feet Under
Reekomposer vocals by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
In the dark of the night I search for
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