Lyrics:
endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's
endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's
love that feeling when I reminisce
And this shit is what I live for
Once I was a student, now they call me the mentor
Love me cause I'm savage, yeah you
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
That's what my customers call it
Grabbed two houses they jumped to like sixty eight by they self
Straight out the pot to the bag, they both weigh seventy
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this or see me ma
(woo)
Say my name three times, I'm the Candy Man (Snow)
So many birds outside, call it Candy Land (dope)
Pussy nigga turned to owls, they like, "Who
Turn this mutha out
Mc wit da hammers
Mc wit da hammers
Bad bitches with me call em 3 5 7
Mc wit da hammers
Mc wit da hammers
Hundred goons on stage
hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful 3x
How you luv that, playboy?
[Verse 2]
We go lights, action, camera
We here to hammer ya
Go ask Pamela or your baby
bands
You the topic
To the beginning
To the end
She feening fa da dick
She need sum more
One inch two inches
Three inches Foe
Five inches six inches
She
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
but I'm on fire
(I'm tha King)
24 inches on my rims and tires
I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me
but I'm on fire
(I'm tha King)
24 inches on my rims and tires
I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me
the inches
3/16...with an offset slope, 18 degreez lean
I can cut anything, I got skills with a saw; it's a beam on my saw
I bet I got some grip pliers yeen
but I'm on fire
(I'm tha King)
24 inches on my rims and tires
I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me
I like my Chevy seen high, when I ride by
24 inches got me all up in the sky
I'm a rider, a rider
Lil' mama, I'm a rider, a rider
And you can tell by
bitchin
It's 3 in the mornin' take your old ass to sleep
The third time she's called the police this week
Lookin' at my Franck Muller, it's about that
blood for blood like catch this slug
Them niggas shouldn't have played with us, uh uh, uh
Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite
shit that I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it Tennessee
I'm good in every hood everybody know me
So don't wake me up, I swear
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bish's rendish
Endless, move more then 2 inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
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