Lyrics:
to give a shit about me
Zombie gang all y'all niggas pace is
On some basic shit it's no wonder that you sound the same
So forever am I living staying out
the gladiators that oppose all Caesars
Coming soon on a new world tour
Probably play the score for the World War
At the apocalypse, play the encore
Turn
slapped by his sister
And that's probably gon' kill they mama
So I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm sorry Ms. Houston, sissy
Might shed a tear but ain't no sissy
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
fly that I defy the laws of physics
I ain't think it was possible for a
Check to have this many digit's
Mathematically exquisite
Am I cocky just
young ladies just drop their drawers
and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it
Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!"
From that
comes my nut, I want you to put in your mouth
Like it when you lick it, love it when I hit
Show me what you want
Make that face when I split it
The sound
comes my nut, I want you to put in your mouth
Like it when you lick it, love it when I hit
Show me what you want
Make that face when I split it
The sound
the sound
Check out the sound, check out the sound
Check out the sound, check out the sound
Check out the sound, check out the sound
Check out
you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause they can be nifty
All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box
"Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!"
[Violent J]
lived in a tent with all my shit inside a bindle boy
Rose up from the gutter, now I'm eating tenderloin
Pretending that I'm Fry talking to my Bender toy
you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause they can be nifty
All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box
"Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!"
[Violent J]
are their husband and the baby daddy is on child support
Hiding the world from your kid got them under a fort
They tryna kill like it’s a sport
Spirit
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Everybody better duck the fuck down
I'm going for the KILL KILL KILL
You know when you hear that sound
I'mma let the blood SPILL SPILL SPILL
Call me
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
So check it
There's Nothing in the world that can hold us Down
The Elevated Sound keep the tables rollin' round
Makin' hella beats, skate with my
kill you is what you don't know
OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's crib
But the bitch live in the Bridge
You ain't really sweating it, cause
My name is Marsh and this world, I'm out of it (out of it)
'Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I'm startin' to sound like ALF a bit
Ha, I kill me,
that I'd rather be
I'm chasin after that bag like its a game of hide and seek
I'm in a world where I'm surrounded by my enemies (Damn)
Niggas hate but
Momma say that my sound is out this world|So I'ma say I'ma son to knock you down|Im'a say I'ma her son to knock you out|My Momma say that my sound is just
Or they think of fisher price and toy up as my chemist
Y'all start with bullshit? That's how Imma finish
With the wrist watch drip mood everything is
much, Jimmy Iovine for the check
I've got a black woman fine as she can be
Fefe with a ring on her finger that could give sight to the blind
A 5, a 10,
into a building, lay my body
Not on my, not while I'm up here
Not on my time, kill the music, not on my time
We could save that shit for the streets
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