Lyrics:
Bad wolf with a real good swing on him
That's that when the bat hits that cat
Backpack full of crack sacks bitch that's that bullshit
Black Mack with
alive, stuck with a shadow by your side
I think it's time you finally you open your eyes
They try to hide what's inside
They wear a mask to disguise
They
Hahaha killer season
Jesus piece check
Guardian angel check
I could go with the red white and the blues but it like fuck I don't know what shoes
Got
Swervin’ in that desert whip surrounded by that angel blow
Swear I cut my plug off at the nightclub bout a week ago
Bitches let me crash into they
Can't tell me I'm the only one who feel like, this ain't real life
Like its more to it than the bullshit and drama
Bitches who inspired by hoes
a piano we play the whites more than we play the blacks
Enough of that today I came to entertain with bars
Safe to say I went bananas and my shit still
the future
Pain and tears fall to those who refused to
Unite and align the fight to free the black mind
Look on the clock of life
This is our time
So shine
hope god don't close the gate
Flight two four seven headed straight up to Heaven
You ain't on my level shit i'm red asf like the devil
In my zone high
the straw and it's Short as Josh is, That's so dickless, he's got britches that he just shit in, He's found missing By the
Cops, pissin', teeth gap fishin'
on the dummy who got spayed by us
She wanna fuck put my dick in her tummy
That pussy is wetter and dripping it's runny
Whinnie the Pooh cause I'm chasing
letterman
A veteran
I got vomit all on my resume
Amateur terrorist
Armageddon is on the regimen
I'm betterin
Ima get bigger then triplets pregnant
Black
a jam, ready to spin the band
All black on, boy, you don't know who's shootin' at you
Eyes so fuckin' red, just like a fuckin' demon
Ready to murder
Yo it's a freaky Friday daily blasted on the news
Is it blue or red pill So what you gonna choose
Social media convoluting minds in loop
profundant abundance
On January second the Bush administration
Announced a recession had stricken
The Nation the highest quarterly
Earnings in ten years
dreamy calamities
Whence comest thou? I need to feed upon thee
I shall turn the sun, black as sackcloth of hair
And the moon shall cry red drops of blood
Highway 7 south Ontario
The campground sleeps beneath the dirty snow
I pulled off in Madoc
For a pit stop at the Tim's
To try my hand at rolling rims
Yo, it's corrupt where I'm from, Edmonton, tough
The streets could speak about the heads with drugs, rough
City life will leave you red with blood
in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada, gotcha koochie by the collar
(Well I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit
I poured you a glass of wine and drank it for the second time
Then 7 PM turned to 10
I'm still alone and my lips are red
But not in a good way
some style by taking glances
Red snapper, taken apart, put back together
Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!)
Same routine,
{Big Mike:}
Playin with cake for the 19nigga7
Fo sho
Knawmean?
Big daddy style
{Big Mike:}
Now come and get a glimpse of this
Korean coupe in the front
With twelve rich whores, ready to stunt
Roll the blunts, lady, you straighten the pussy, ran Glenny my man
Honest seven
Balancing the chemicals and imbreed pecimisst
My appearal, black hat, black shirt
Gettin' mo' pussy than Captain Kirk
My fame comes and goes like the threat
red sunset a cloud formation it takes away your breath
Your frozen in the moment till nothings left much like a northern light show
Tornadoes ripping
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