Lyrics:
Bring in Blowjob Betty
Now we got it poppin' low
Hit then I stop and go
Film it record it
in high definition though
I got my dick by your ear
Do you
wind wind me up.
Wind me up, sex toy
Wind wind wind me up.
Wind me up, sex toy
Oh how you do it
Things you do, it feels so good to me!
Every time were
and float with them angels
Story of my life
Got that money on my mind
All my niggas feel these lines
How do we survive these times
I got me a thing that's in
it as fact and pay homage
The laws of man have no authority in Heaven
We worship the rich cuz the majority are peasants
The best weapon is a mind that
some inspirational shit in a real way but will still have a field day
With some of the fucked up shit in the world and tell it to sucking a dick
'Cause
Showbiz & A.G. and Black Sheep
We're in (e.f.f.e.c.t.)
[ CHORUS ]
You know how it goes (You know how we do it)
You can't blow the spot (cause we
this?
Why you hungry and you only eat dick?
Why you acting religious and innocent
When you're sinning everyday just by waking up in your skin?
Alright but
the hip when I grip them things
And my lips and the clips got the SIG lit like it's nicotine
Trigger me and Slim gets mean
Bars are like bullets when I
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
pleasure
Probably complain about a man
How his body can’t take care of his plan
I’m not Pitbull but I can sure shit on a man
There are no Asians in rap
things
Talent you have naturally
Skill, is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones, killing
myself in the... (TD)
Tell me why are we fighting each other?
(TD)
Why are we arguing about the same things?
(TW)
Our moods change just like the weather
things talent you
Have naturally skill is only developed
By hours and hours and hours
Of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones
Killing
only by the acapella of my heartbeat and having to learn how to dance in the descent
Grateful that repent isn't on the top of my to-do list
And as I fall
and leave me absent with no doubt
It's a good thing that I learned to read and write
So I recite, instead you dance in spotlight
Kool-aid tastes extra sweet,
Remember how I told ya how we like to roll and like to kill things
The face down bottom up call us the drill team
[Chorus]
When I hit yo' city up
niggas get mistaken for clitoris in a day?
How many sentiments you make before runnin' pussy away?
How many times she gotta tell you that dick is
(how?)
But that nigga Kanye West really love her
He went and bought the house directly across the street from her (Gangsta)
She could do her but not in
dance, on the fence, temptations
Road's longer when you do things that the others can't
Look in my eyes, I risked everything for this
Say you rooting for
personally
The problem is, she's hot, and there's guys out there looking to keep her in that freezer
Didn't truly know how vulnerable some women are until I
bitch in this car, man
[ Willie D ]
Oh boy, that's misdemeanor shit
I'm on that other level
[ DJ REDDY RED ]
Fuck you mean by the other level shit, man?
[
So fuck it! Bitch! I got it like that
I'm bringing in the tools and I am bringing the facts
Deal with it, or I'll pop your dome
The opportunities are
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
niggaz that try and shot dead
You're only takin' a fuckin' thing from me with hot led
You know my style fagot, 'cause I'm always schemin'
In jail, niggaz
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