Lyrics:
must be suicidal
Don't say my name unless you suicidal
Don't get too close unless you suicidal
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do
[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what
a boy band
You two have got the fucking look
You’ve got the look you’ve got the look
Oh look out now, look out now
This is the last passion of
The Christ
through them easily I'm no Dark Knight
Side by side with my trainer doing what's right
Enter Sandman alone without Metallica
I don't need help, send out
There's a lying in your silence. Tell me where did Johnny go?
Sometimes I think I hear him calling out my name
Sometimes I wonder if maybe we're to blame
bands boy pocket six mill
Rich in my blood
Try to stand tall boy I'm walking on stilts
Missing the flood
Try to manage it all, I'm chalking this shit
the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is
like this, bet you never met a nigga talking this shit
Test me if you want I'ma have ya block lit, I’m savage nigga you can tell by the wrist
See me in
the right song
Let's shoot this movie and put the shit on repeat
I hope this Mary's not making you fall asleep
Before we hit the road, put our phones
turvy on the retina lies an image of you
In the eyes of a madman - Who-hooah ...
THIS LIFE
By: Ken David
For this life; I can see no future
Is this right?
He's out cold.
O-h-h-h, this just brings us up to what's happenin' again folks.
The Titanic she's sailin' around in between the icebergs.
this is Ben
And we're Ruderals
Uh we are Ruderals
A weird punk band in New York City
This is our last song
And I'm really excited
So I hope you all
forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Last name Ever, first name Greatest
Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothin' to play with
Started off local,
me shine again
They fucking with my mind again
But as soon as I finish this Heineken
I gotta go get my nine again
(It got a body on it from a party
love is true
Coming closer with our eyes
A distance falls around our bodies
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright
Six saintly shrouded men move
y'all eating shcrimps
Yea if men get the twerking I'm gone ima dip
Yea my momma pushed two boys out her not no chicks
I was born set apart I don't run
flexin
You been pullin rubber bands up out the bank right
Mothafuckas talkin shit
Lotta shit
M I S F I T
Get the
Name right yuh
I ain’t boutta play this
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what I'm saying, the vet,
gon' get bands
Me and my dog fuck these hoes by the ten
It just me and my dog in that mofuckin' Benz
I can't wait for my dog to get out that fuckin'
the same for them
I tuned out most of the noise
Started a brand new project
I called it Sapita Music
To document all of this
Don't want to use my full name
I
know we ain't gon fall out not fallout over hoes
You and me can ball out I'm sticking to the code
You know I spin again when I pull up in that ghost
This
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
what this check for
She know I'm stressin' again, so you know what the sex for
I do not want no friends, I just wanna get some checks, boy
She know
ain't fucking with no lil boy
I got a band on top of band on top of band, thats a fifty pack
Got this man up in my hand and it's a fifty gat
Gotta have
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