Lyrics:
to say is they don't really care for us
Our homes destroyed by all the crap they're giving us
Chemical warfare too overdosed to give a fuss
If hell is real
Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don’t wanna give
So you stalk, make up fibs, just to talk about my private like ’cause you’re weird (Uh)
Met that girl
Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don’t wanna give
So you stalk, make up fibs, just to talk about my private like ’cause you’re weird (Uh)
Met that girl
Poison is bubbling
Beneath your dreamhome
Buried there years before
Kid runs in crying
From playing in the garden
"Mommy, I burned my hands!"
claim rogue
Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love
Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia
My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down
[Chorus]
You know what this is
Yeah kid, give up your riches
Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique
Thick hips and a pierced lip, let me dip quick
Shit, get this dick I'm gonna give
My mind, that's one hell of a grip
For a woman looking semi-innocent
You
I'ma give all why y'all something, word up
Word up, all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one
They goin' be like,
"Yo you, you need
crackin' them domes
around my way. Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a
shovel, you can dig a hole. Bitches is dead. Infrared to your head.
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
a hammer
Beat da boy down like a nail
Niggas they really don't know that I got the Dracula
Telling my bro by my side I'm telling em stack it up
Shooting my
recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin'
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you know my
recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin'
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you know my
anybody can get it
At the nucleus is who He is, nothing dubious
Deliver deliberate lyrics, that my duty (kid)
Riffin like an uzi, don't get it twisted
of somebody boss
Laid off, gon' stay in the bed
Hell nah, what the fuck you done did?
All that stressin' takin' care of the kids
Give us somethin' that can
Uh, check 1, 2
You know, I just want you to hear me out on this one
Yeah, yeah, uh...
Look
I sit and write, get on the mic, and then I give you my
gorilla up into these songs
Flavour vanilla
Insipid
You've been about having nothing that'll give a run for my money
And I ain't been having a ton
The Ces seldom seen
By the studio time that I sell a dream
Tell 'em leave before the game get into you
Hell of a fee to pay, my soul is sinner proof
It's
sub', harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, sufferin' succotash
But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
thang-
What I said? How I tell em?
Uh- I said- I said- yeah, I be on some sh-
Yeah, I do my thang
I ain't gon' give 'em that I'ma let em
I do my thang
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to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
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