Lyrics:
on, in hell holdin hands with Jeffrey Dahmer
Yo, let me make this clear - I ain't the baddest rapper out there
but I'ma take his place until he get
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
the coroners to figure out
That it was one swing from the guillotine
That decapitated his head from his shoulders
"You can't here me"
"Get out of my head"
You greet dem with a smile dem a wonder a wha sweet you
Meditation high, negativity beneath you
Stand up side by side on our own two feet
Like his
gifts New York times best list
The audiobook that gets DJ's pissed
Once a day it gets requested
Going crazy for the thrill
Fans say explain if you will
the only thing tragic, Koomy
Oh no, wear a mask for his magic cooties!
Your verse is an Ultimate Punishment but
All your crushing’s the DJ’s hopes
Sitting
Never met no one like you in my life
We Live ladies
I know you gone see my coupe fly by
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
I know you
Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base
Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face
Chop your head, stone cold was how I
a rapper and his DJ (Fuck ‘em)
If we catch him we gonna snatch his chain (Fuck ‘em)
Decoy bad bitch, he taking pictures with her,
Before they fuck she
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
motherfucking child
So you can get some fucking sympathy points?
They can't feed they fuckin’ family
Because you mad at what another man
Stickin' his dick inside
on this big drip
I mean this lifestyle, gotta stick out from the crowd
Demand attention, get a section by da DJ booth
Play close attention
Send a bottle
holding it down
You know, the Geeski, Xipe Ollin, it's his stage name for those who don't know him by his behind-the-scenes name, you know, his real name
should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential DJ
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
a demon
Shots start to pop, until his body drop
Shootout shootout suicide by a cop
know the best Just Juice like Hi-C
Liquor, Addy, and weed, only law we abide by
Rap game Jack Black, Lil Lebowski, just some dudes who abide high
Juice
dawg
I'm the realest, believe me
Niggas can't see me, they'll take a life to be me
Ye-yeah, who the fuck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume
may
(I got ta) Live my life by the day
(I got ta) Help out a friend that's in trouble
(I got ta) Tell 'em we all have to struggle
(I got ta) Go
(Yeah)
Hello hi 05, clips loaded slow drive
Paid a visit all these niggas came and left with no life
No pulse no girls to the room, toes curl
PVT, no
Yeah!
Every now and then, you've got life...
You've got life locked up in a chair...
Gotta grab life...
By its muthafxckin neck...
Look that
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
He was the heavyweight king at the age of 21
From the streets of New York where they're all called mean
He never had no mom, never had no dad
His
but Dre couldn't give a fuck.
Security kicked 'em out, speakers blastin' DJ Unk
I seen Jerome runnin' over towards his trunk.
China came an' stopped
to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low lifes, they want
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