Lyrics:
right-wingers deserve what they get
Rush Limbaugh, drug addict, Giuliani, sex scandal
I wanna thank white supremacists then show you how my tech's handled
My
since you checked in on me you don't call too much (You don't)
Make a move gotta run it by the boy like the ball getting tucked, look
Ball get tucked
Pray at night and keep my "Run" posted by the door
DMC above like Jason falling to the floor
My mind can carry of a picture perfect
Of my Aunt Mary
catch a mag dump
Send the shots all by you, center mass, you won't get back up
Y'all best better back up, stay strapped up, get jacked up
Last thing you
're ignoring my texts
Tell me a yarn that you're in love with me alone
Not the real truth
We're hanging on by a thread
Birth me to death, this burning in my
through nations
Remember when we slowly met online
Almost by design
Another four messages
Is god sending me signs?
Knocked out in my bedroom with you
I'm
to really just end my life
Ain't nothing really make sense so I did this shit back to back and overnight
Look you don't get it, break it down for you beat
a crouch
Thinkin you tuff sit you down like a couch
Put the beam on his head, tryna take off his scalp
Finna get hot, I think I gotta fever
Im good wit my
up
I don't care if you don't give a fuck
Easiest bands I'm running up
Talk on me and you fuck
Run my pad and get them bands
Yeah, bitch I'm with is
My word is bond
If I said I got 'em then I did that
Said we gon' profit and I did that
My career you wanna follow 'cause I did that
Your favorite
My word is bond
If I said I got 'em then I did that
Said we gon' profit and I did that
My career you wanna follow 'cause I did that
Your favorite
and macaroni and a little bitty mouse
Take your time sending messages like you got a lot to spare. Leave my name out your mouth or I drag you by your hair
And I'm hopin' that by hearin' this
You start to get the message
Oh maaan, do ya feel that
One chaaance, can't replace it
Not givin' up to give in
Ima help
(fast)
Ain't no sense in tuckin' my chain, they still gon' see it (too big)
Micheal Myers, Jason Voorhees, this bitch a demon (no cap)
You jumped off
bitches will bone us
Throw they lips on my Jona
Where all my dirty fingernail tell her right hell
I'm a lay patient to play Jason and when you
with Jada, Pinkett, or should I say Peaches
You know, it was a low-down, dirty shame
She was chasing after Kenan, then set it off with Latifah
In Jason's
to fasten my seatbelt, I guess we're crashin'
So if I'm not dreaming
I hope you get this message that I will always love you from afar
'Cause you're my mom
of it, but as stubborn as we are, did I take it too far?
'Cleaning Out My Closet' and all them other songs
But regardless I don't hate you 'cause, ma
we know is how to speak on the phone, so
Text a message I’d leave at the tone, though
I don’t need you, I need you to know, no
Lately I’ve been on my
thrown from the niggas that's slugs
Chewing these niggas with no ingestion
I got a real message for my brother Quincy, my nigga, it's time to go get
too deep)
Oahhohh, ohhh .. (get in too deep)
All my fellas in the house if you fuckin tonight
Throw yo' hands up!
And all my honies in the house
So much stress that I am dealing
With did I hurt his feelings
I hope I didn't will he
Get mad and then not talk to me
My wife tells me it's not my
to get into you (get in too deep)
Oahhohh, ohhh .. (get in too deep)
All my fellas in the house if you fuckin tonight
Throw yo' hands up!
And all
fame
Keep it real yo, I represent the street
Same muh'fucker over Jason's beat
By the way Jay rest in peace
Cause I'ma make sure that we all can eat
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