Lyrics:
Yo
I'm not heartless
I just learned how to use my heart less
You don't want to be a target
Bulls eye shopping market
I am timeless
Juro on it
You
spice, plans conceived in love
A Ferrari with a license plate that says 'T337H'
Bambino, what a cruel heartless bastard you are
Welcome to hell
Keep up
or spring onions
You rap-scallions
You act mean but mean nothin
With no talent, make like a bee and get buzzin
Otherwise get on your knees before I bust
These bastards stole their power
From the victims of the Us v Them years
Wrecking all things virtuous and true
The undermining social democratic
These bastards stole their power
From the victims of the Us v Them years
Wrecking all things virtuous and true
The undermining social democratic
In this bitch
Like Muhammad cli
Bright Like this diamond
Heavyweight bars hitting like VVS
POLO G style heartless
Don't believe the hype
I'm out in
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
know a con man
That goes by the name of Uncle Sam
And he's takin all my extra
My lettuces, tomatoes, my onions, my peaches and cream
Fucking American
will do
I'm being hit by those
White Castle blues
White Castle blues
I was first introduced to those bastards by Duke
On a hot summer night when
the right amount of thick savory sauce,
Drippin' with noodle nuggets and Texas tough onions.
Mm mm that's hot, God Damn Hot.
Ask for it by name.
A man had a dream and woke up crying in the night,
Moving him from darkness into light.
A prison made by him he never went into the open air,
All
(come on)
A heartless bastard, high and plastered
My style is like the reaction from too much acid
Never come down! Pass it around if you can't handle
Ha Ha. Only true, only true Obituary and
Diablo D., Skinner T, wants some pleasure.
Bastard cycle.
Profession of a make of myself.
...well with
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
Doobie
Smokin on these blunts jus to get me by
Im wit the homies
Smokin dat la di da
Green an purple buds in the blunt
Like Mardi Gras
An I'nt want it if
get it I can be a bastard
I got one request
And we can call it quits
Woah Call me so I don't fall asleep at the wheel
I don't wanna die by the beach
faster!
Don't get caught by these bastards!
We've been through too much shit
To get hit by the Rapture!
Troy? Chris? J?
Are you guys okay?
Don't leave me
scampi odor every time I flaunt chick
Trap nigga conversate, with a Harvard smart bitch
I'm young rich and heartless, put you on a carton
Cartoon
I'll arrive by morning
Money long like the arms on Alonzo Mourning
Vampire chicks suck blood
Dusk to dawnin'
Waitin' to catch me sleep
But I'm not
front of an audience
Disturbing the peace
And the local ordinance
My eta
I'll arrive by morning
Money long like the arms on Alonzo Mourning
Vampire
onstage
In front of an audience
Disturbing the peace
And the local ordinance
This pimp shit popping
I need coordinates
My ETA
I'll arrive by morning
Money
Shit, I done fucked up
Damn!
Just got my tax return
I'm rich for the day but I'm broke by the night
Poor financial decisions
Put my pockets in
TyTheFireGuy more like TyTheNoobGuy
After a year of watching your content it still makes me wanna die
I’m gonna roast you up like some onion rings
Time's been rolling by like murky water
Drink it down it's a government Shasta, government Shasta
Onions in a brine with a candy coating
Kinda looks like
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