Lyrics:
Golden seven triplo bonus sul beat
Scatter slot machine big win refill
Come da copione
Best strong beck's tennet's
Let's go alternative
Sbratto mille
mojo, tape
Majo, majo
Yeah, bonus
Digital delay, Beck Odelay, digital delay
Beck odelay
Yeah E B D C
Nah, hah
You think I'm weird
I am weird
den Bonus von guter Qualität und Spitzentracks
Wir pumpen Beats und 'n Stil
Der dich schwitzen lässt wie dreißig Kisten Becks auf'm local Schützenfest
the beat back for your boy
I'm bout to cuss all night
Dirty palabras
Spit by the Chupacabra
Walk the halls in my draws
Holdin the candelabra
Like your
the messenger
Bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher
Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher
In that order, man, woman ,son, daughter
The beat sound like
beat, now
All I'm dropping are these bars
But then when I get beat, now
It all because those bonus stars
They stupid, I ain't pooping
All these bonus
Now we got em shook got em frozen
Real lit Aye I'm smoking in motion
They Say your only hurt by the closest
So I always keep the thorns on the roses
Really just Mysterio
He'll murder anybody with illusions
And some killer drones parker beats him
Spider Tingle was the remedy
But then Beck told the
World
he's got one big belly
From livin the good life provided by punk
Singin singin singin
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimme some Bushmills I'll
She got myself and my weed for tonight
Just 1 round an done witha vibe's
Don't smush me cos am on my flight
You know dick is not by power nor by might
serious
I'm changin' the tone, don't wanna sound furious
Stayin' busy writin' watchin' all of the curious
People pass by as my tram travels through this
'Jams on it'
I'm not a role model, I cracks the Beck's bottle
Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex models
So inhale, exhale, what you smell?
Derail
pouco dessa lente, pra você sentir esse foco
Eu sou meiodiferente eles sabem que o Menózinho é bônus do jogo
Esfera interna é o refugio respira profundo
now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by mornin'
CHORUS:
[Starang]:Now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope
[Tek]:that motherfuckers out here
I suggest you Jams On It
I'm not a role model I cracks the Beck's bottle
Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex models
So inhale, exhale, what you
Voices in my head and then I go record it
I've been ordered by the Lord
Kill the beat, beat the dead horse
Ill swordsman, sportsmanship, that's
of an active volcano
Blitz like the Green Bay Packers, sack like the linebackers
Hang with niggas like redneck crackers
Strangle cold bottles of Beck's like
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
like a poet
Keep you goin' when I'm flowin', smooth enough, you know with the rough
That's why the moral of my story I tell'll be
Nobody beats the R,
like a poet
Keep you goin' when I'm flowin', smooth enough, you know with the rough
That's why the moral of my story I tell'll be
Nobody beats the R,
to the block
They don't really care what we do long as the beat knock
They don't care what they carrying long as it go pop
I don't play by the rules i break them
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
take (?)
Wanna duel? You're a fool (?)
Choppin' beats for these until the turntables bleed
Scratches so damn hard you'd swear the mixer had fleas
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