Lyrics:
just listen,
Let me kick a little slang
Out
I'll tell you all about
Where we power people
Hang out
With power over demons
And anything that's
Wicked
to me girl
I've got nothing to say
You better watch your step cause baby
It could very easily run away
Mary had a lamb chop for her dinner
But by
a script by Sorkin
But I'm not your Rosebud, so leave me in the snow
I'm a little too Mitski, I'm a little too Misty
For your carefully curated taste
I did this shit by my lone
She calling my phone
I told that little bitch go get your own
Shoutout to Zen that is my bro
I got the gas on the low
She
left
I was touched by grace
Judge, jury and executioner
Close your eyes, clench your teeth
One last little prayer
Save me!
Bloody angels killing for
a little prayer til you motion the christ
And watch Him send an angel that a show up by ya side
We not alone, we not alone we not alone
We not alone, we
She started actin' mean
Like mary led her little lamb
She led me all the time
Until the worm had to turn
That's the reason I'm
Runnin' wild,
a platin' 'em ice pick
We in them Lambs the color of Candy Yams
The only n****z in the city with Miami tints
I picked up my advance and took off out
tend to write
(Suck) are standard, I set the standard, try to
Stand in my stance, ran it by you, graphed the
Diagram, slide with a slant rhyme from my
had to mark him for safety
And why were there people in the land of ??Nile??
If they weren't put there by the Gods
[ CHORUS: The Insidious One ]
From
Gonna show y'all the true art of killing
Talk shit all you want you little lamb
Go hannibal on you silence your living
Hang you up to dry out in the sun
you trust your
Brother keeper
You could let the sun shine
No regrets no pain no fear
All died
16 little lambs
Devoured by the wolf
16 little mice
It's up in the morning
And on the downs
Little white clouds
Like gamboling lambs
And I am breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin
Beats
in check
I got these girls kissin girls and they breaking they necks
When they see the bam bitches
(As they walk by)
I flick the wrist don't got to try
but they want the tan more
Cold as hell cooking dope, I need a hand warmer
The other car won a hundred racks, the Lamb McQuarter
I went your ass beat
want the tan more
Cold as hell cooking dope, I need a hand warmer
The other car won a hundred racks, the Lamb McQuarter
I went your ass beat by the young
through the diction I don't like words
Nearly had a little lamb
Mary, how I'm dripping fam
Varies, fleece packing snow merry
I was selling dope dairy
Now we
r it changed my life
BBL I change my wife
They happy over likes
Out here gettin money right
By right like 3 comma signs
They hate It like do
I'm gonna spit this once so shut the fuck up and buckle in
You little pussies think you got to me but I ain't struggling
I'm the cold abortion clinic
Does not a rose
By any other name
Still smell as sweet
Is not a life
Without a little love
Still incomplete
Be it Jah Rastafari or
Christ
Yep, quick step, cos my dick
Ten foot like a quintet
You're a little floppy: diskette
Your girl says is it in yet?
My bae wet no inlet
I'm thick set big
because they know
Can you please get out my face you little hoe
And if not like Ludacris
I'm throwin' 'bows
I will never ride another nigga wave
I just find
Yuh, man I told you only steppin for my own fam
Wanna cop a GTR, I don't want a Lamb
If you lookin for me baby, you know where I am
I be posted in
sloppily, feel like a goat
People round the world be tweeting my quotes
Now niggas want a feature for the low
I had to keep a heater by the door
All because
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