Lyrics:
Magnetics, genetics
Prosthetics and synthetics
Robotics, antibiotics, analyze psychotics
Anti narcotics dexter's got it, so lock it
What's his name? Dexter!
add-on prosthetics
Everything about me came from genetics
Yeah, I been gettin' money, I ain't new to this
Miss one, catch one, I ain't new to fish
But
your victim my head
You never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet
Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly
Sealed up with virgin stitch
If it
let it
Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still
your victim my head
You never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet
Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly
Sealed up with virgin stitch
If it
fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute
How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you")
I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama
doors open
Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open
Bowl like a tournament, she hang like a ornament
Nigga, your jewelry look prosthetic
Rims
With his fangs on fire
Taco truck was being driven
By a hyperventilating cactus
A mariachi band was playing water
Polo with a prosthetic head
victim my head
You never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet
Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly
Sealed up with virgin stitch
If it hurts, baby,
Allah's Lexus
The realest nigga alive, no prosthetics or cosmetics
Might catch the Holy Ghost and start speaking in Nas records, haan-haan-haan
Said he
wheelchairs and prosthetics
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga
Let the K'ss scream 'til we see the red and blue lights,
equivocal is up there on your head!
You could opt for a prosthetic but of course you'd have to know
It'd be covered by your shirt, but not your HMO
Khalil:
prosthetic limbs by Louis
Rap pornographic snuff movie, burn a loosey
Denim durag, Cavalli kufi,
The brolic finger ring is excrement
The chain's dookie
like anti-septic
Respected in the world where people faker than prosthetics
Stay true to a certain aesthetic
Protect it like the hip-hop secret service
us
Now what I'm supposed to tell my
Kids when they heard it
Uh, crazy world, swear it's a crazy world
As I put this prosthetic leg
On my little girl
The prosthetic limbs of social norms are beating us today
The burdens we all must hide, or pay for it
Transgressions aside
Be a martyr for life
Happy hour belongs to America's best-loved thugs
Here comes the four-wheel prosthetic penises
Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob
the curse,
Imagine the worst
Systematic, sympathetic
Quite pathetic, apologetic, paramedic
Your heart is prosthetic
A plate of quite peculiar
On a dish
prosthetic
A plate of quite peculiar
On a dish of my own
A tablespoon of feather
tickle me to the bone
Give me recipes for happy
with
on a rental
Count all the bars numeric
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric
The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer
that's faker
Than a bitch with prosthetic credit
So many claiming God's gift
But more like a stable hand
Rather than a wordsmith
Cletus Cassidy in
booth
Laughing at my options
Like stop the press and all the media
Shleprok is leaving ya
Walk with prosthetic concoctions
I thought i told you
Youre just
Try to quarantine me, my chi increase like Akira
Money coming in the mail, I got cheese like quesadilla
You're generic prosthetic pathetic, your rap
There's a young boy
Walking through obstacles
Cut up from all the surgeries
Prosthetic picture perjury
Telling me I'm normal
But normal, they
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