Lyrics:
your career crash like a lead zeppelin
I'm eager to Bob Seger the Jimmy Page
My Eddie Van Halen talent
Gon' get me Eddie money and bring me pay
Michael
I'm serving dope
I feel like my name J Miller
Hit em with the hammer
No Bob The Builder
Shoulda told em that
They fucking with a killer
Keep that
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
one seems, like a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
anointed an off key accordion looking for that tune to shoot me to the moon
Taunted by the witches broom and the black cat in the black hat
nothing like Dr.
She's got everything she wants
She says it's never enough
She can never be satisfied
By the people around her
She's got everything she wants
She
agenda
Serve niggas over these bars like bartenders (yes!)
I bob cats while shooting like guard Kemba
Hard in the paint, I stretch it, Lew Alcindor
F it,
Word, back then I was going by Twenty Banz
At a time where I didn't have any bands
I was cappin' my raps full of many shams
Flexing my birthday money
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
one seems, like a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
one seems, like a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Hurt
Talkin bout Bits and bobs;
Crop just drop so I quit my job
Came from the mist and fog,
Been around cats no whiskers on
Been around cats no whiskers
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
the Deacon
Cat's away, well, the mice will play
Lol, smiley face, have a nice-a day
'Cause pop, pop, pop, there goes my rubber band
So stop, stop, stop
the punches so I survive
I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side
I'm back, stronger than ever, surprise surprise
They try to take me out the game,
I adore exploring the corridors to Mordor
Doom and murder spewed through the YouTube converter
Still hungry, debtor better cop one of Bob's Burgers
get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize Cat
Hurt me in my
the record I'm bringin my t.v. with me)
Yo, let the commoners speak publicly
Then disperse eye jammies for cats that swear by third pupil
But can't see past
Juro - Thot Phatty (Produced by Infinitee)
De lo Mio.
Que lo Que.
Yo!
[Chorus - Juro]
Thot Phatty, Your body
Mighty a hot like a tamale,
Lotti
the Deacon
Cat's away, well, the mice will play
Lol, smiley face, have a nice-a day
'Cause pop, pop, pop, there goes my rubber band
So stop, stop, stop
this program to bring you a special bulletin
Bob Digital located inside the hood again
Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox
Smackin this cat in
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