Lyrics:
got talent, but the rest was steal
Now sit and think who really fuckin' with ill
When I grab you by the neck like Uncle Phil
Not a killer by nature,
said "nice to meet ya," I said "let's check your feature"
Says nah, "I gotta meet my uncle, not tryna jump you, play you, or punk you
I just got
my glass and shout shanghai
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you
and never ever quit
I always knew you had a sick flow
He said yo I got some good news
He said you 'bout to be an uncle
I said what you mean I'm confused
He
Granny said he never had a lick of sense
Cause by the time he turned seven he was a stealin' watermelons
Playin' house with the girl next door
Drinkin'
Classroom of kids, or a venue performing
If I'd had done for the money I'd have been a fucking lawyer
Concrete, vagabond, van telling stories
Humbled by
not deny
Her uncle said he'd settle the score
She'd best not meet that Lee boy no more
Early one dawn she slipped away
Her uncle's shadow follerin all
When she tore their boats to splinters and she gave men dreams to dream
On the day the Coulee dam was crossed by the wild and wasted stream
Uncle Sam
I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh (don't stop, pop that pussy!)
She said, "Where we goin'?"
Wallbanger
Conceived in the fire by you warned through disasters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack
shot they had to violate me (pffft)
Back in New York, my P.O gon' violate me (WHAT?)
Said "why you acting purish Nixon?", she said "you had no
Hear my voice I don't think you have a choice
I was up at 3 am some people call that devils hour
Mom is crying in the shower said her heart just
back home?
Her story ain't a bedtime story it's a nightmare
She said a shelter downtown at a church
If I don't show up early by tonight I gotta search
day tryin to make that ole' Massey go
He was fightin to make ends meet and live by God's word
But when Uncle Jay started talkin all those problems
tried to sell me their religion.
We talked for awhile as my eggs got cold
About what their faith believes,
They said they were convinced by what they'd
where she was sent by Uncle Sam
She waved from our ships upon the Briny foam
And now they've about quit waving her back here at home
In her own good
from the old me
When it come down to this drip, swear Im killing em slowly
RR sit up, I think I got a nosebleed
My uncle hit me up, said Mari Im
you made it up to 26
Oldest out of Tina's kids
Youngest person in the building working hard for both your kids
Uncle said you got a good head on you
I'd
in some sand
Amen
System tripping I'm just trynna play my hand
And the DNA test just came back
I aint related to Uncle
And the church said, Bet
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Can get it off by tomorrow
It's wicked when my favorite uncle kick it
Fiends trying to kick the addiction
Of sucking glass dicks
Vivid images go against
don't you?
Please believe what I just said, see the Dead ain't touring
And this wasn't all in my head
See they took me by the hand and invited me right
And young Billy said "Thanks Uncle Ivor"
Well three Mars bars later we got to the bus
He had four sausage rolls on the train
And a cornet or two then he
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