Lyrics:
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting 'em off my chest
To let 'em rest unexpressed
I hate parading
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
I treat this like my thesis
Well-written topic, broken down into pieces
I introduce then produce
Words so profuse it's abuse how I juice up this
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
Marcus Foul marcus Foul
Marcus Foul so, check it out, yo
Marcus Foul, Marcus Foul
For all my motherfucking niggas
Word to Herb we get stupider
stepped up, so what up?
Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts
I cold crush every beat that I touch
My words silk and my flow is pure plush
Tell
the air from my lung
Cut you with my words I’ll birth death for fun
What beats me? I guess we’ll never ever know
So Bopyourheadlikethis and listen
Tarot strewn across the floor
fate creeps under the creaking door
say farewell to the salad days
arms held out for the needle haze
scars, scars start
Mashugana, shugana, shugana
Ate a salad and it had arugula
In da old city bitch we in jerusalem
Put my pb n j in aluminum
Mashugana, shugana, shugana
a felon
I can't be yo friend cause you jealous
I don't make a big deal, cause I relish
Every opportunity that I'm set in
Eatin on Caesar salad and I'm
gadgets
When niggas die they say it tragic
2k Salad
We ate TV dinners for mad years
Princess cut diamonds
I might buyem for a bad bitch
But I feel she
effect o' beer
Pouring up another pint fill up my stomach with spirit
I don't know all of these words I jus' freestyle my shit
This is how I do it man I do
keep things neat!
Because I have my helpers here, I have got my helpers there,
Salad mixers, pot stirrers! You're my fun kitchen helpers !
You're so
through all godly
White girls say I’m gnarly
My bitches is barbies
These niggas can’t cross me
Like Kelis, I’m bossy
Good salad, come toss me
Good salad
Tarot strewn across the floor
Fate creeps under the creaking door
Say farewell to the salad days
Arms held out for the needle haze
Scars, scars
eatin' salad with vinegar that's balsami'
And I call girls mommy
Callin' them Mommy is just my hobby
Also that salad is super valid
Singin' this ballad
I just hit Greece
Rome geez I gotta hit Dallas
No matter the place I'm at
I'm having my steak and salad
No matter the place I'm at
I'm having my steak
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