3 Blind Mice
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Look, f*ck you, f*ck the plane you flew in on, f*ck them shoes, f*ck your socks with the bell on it, f*ck your gay ass fairy faggot accent, f*ck them cheap ass cigars, f*ck your yuck mouth teeth, f*ck your hair piece, f*ck your chocolate, f*ck Guy Ritchie, f*ck Prince William, f*ck the Queen, this is America, my president is black and my Lambo is blue nigga, now get the f*ck out my hotel room Some days I can't think straight, I don't know what I'ma do, I be sicker than the fuckin' flu, who is you? Chillin' with my crew, used to have a 12-mile-a-boo, didn't have a clue what I wanna do with my fuckin' life Used to cook beats up on splice, cookin' beats up like it's rice, I ain't never gonna take advice, turn the lights off, chillin' with the three blind mice Used to be breezy so nice, now you know I'm breezy propane, man that shit insane, skim white like cocaine, and you know them days when I was a no-name, didn't have no fame, didn't have no chain In the studio cultivatin' my own lane, when I hit it good, breezes cry, said my name in vain, told me that she wanna travel, so I took her ass to Spain, now they call me Blue Rhino, how I spit all this flame Call me John, cause you know I'm always walkin' with my cane, you know we countin' chickens, kinda like canes, I'm an oil rig, the way I burn my pain, I can't smoke reg, always keep dang, try to sound like me, boy we not the same Beat like a tiger, but this kid he tame, the sky outta sight, space is where I aim, I be on the moon, I can't feel the rain, TGIF, don't play this, not a game Bass explodes, Bombay, yeah we smokin', Pompeii, slanted, Tom Payne, shoebox, no bang Never hand over my money, not even change, I'm King Kong, bitch, better keep me caged, they call me Ant, always keep it frank, all gas, not brake, better check the tank Some days I get these straight, I don't know what I'ma do, I be sicker than the fuckin' flu, who is you, chillin' with my crew, used to have a 12, now a boo, didn't have a clue what I wanna do with my fuckin' life Used to cook beats upon splice, cookin' beats up like it's rice, I ain't never gonna take advice, turn the lights off, chillin' with the 3 blind mice, one more time Used to cook beats upon splice, cookin' beats up like it's rice, I ain't never gonna take advice, turn the lights off, chillin' with the 3 blind mice, where's the ice, babe, honest bitch
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Written by: Brady Beaudoin, Jacob Staples
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