Lyrics:
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
four ways
Then chuck a tenner a day into Facebook's ad system to promote your latest single
Hoping it gets noticed by some important record label people
I'll get ya
I work that murk that just the way ya like it baby
Turn a quickie into an all nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we
of the gays was said to have died while changing a tire
At the very end of the movie, his lover smells his attire
"Jack, I swear" is said by that man
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
to get buried in the dirt
But it is your day to get buried by a verse,
It'll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here,
Where he been, I been
know you a freak, beatch
(DJ Paul)
Bitch call it quits and get the fuck out the line
Cause I'm about to hit the salon and lost your mind
You
a model by the hair when you holla in the air
Girl give me your number or I'll steal ya car
Lew hawk at the bar robbing mone from the tip jar
Throw ya
you
You try to rap me, I rob you
I'm on my killing, bring me a lawsuit
Your rap is way worse than pablo's
No A&R will ever call you
To be clear
light the block up like it's Christmas
(grrah)
I'd be a fool if I leave a witness (huh?)
Come through your chimney to the kitchen
(ooh)
Scope
Listen To Some Mary Wells,
I Got Two Lovers,
And Your one As Well.
Your The Only Girl,
In This Shady World,
For Ever Stay By My Side,
For You Ill Ride
or ketamine
Every horse makes gelatine
Old ways make by-products
The dairy cow made into Prada
Your old scars tell new stories
Life lived since you swore you
Part 1: Smoking, drinking & working out
Writing off heartbreak
Walking on broken glass
The velvet up in flames as i make my way to paris
Escape
on the beat, I'm like "sorry your honor"[01:49.31]Wanna bond out, they won't let me[01:50.91]If we're talking biggest shooters, me, KD, Wembanyama[01:52.61]HF,
I’m conquering LA
Til I escape from LA
Or til i walk away
Or til they pay me to stay
50 ways to leave your lover
50 ways to leave your fam
I’m 50/50
seventeen hooray! It's 50p
So seventeen, interesting choice
What made you go for that?
Well, seventeen's the age of
My late husband's neighbor's cat
Your
Break
Hit you with that 50 cal, al-Qaeda
Point-blank
My weapons crazy, leave you dead like Swayze
Usual Suspect: Kevin Spacey
Split personalities: Em
Let's get this straight if we could
We ain't out here faking no juggs
Your church got a cover charge
Before 10 it's a dub? I could've stayed in the club
thing is follow your passions ally it's not a truce what you need to follow instead is your skill set and you'll find this out by talking to your friends
and off the
Bridges, that's the way, brother
One day I will leave you there,
As I have left you there before,
Working for death.
We found out later
You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?
Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day
If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time
"It was night WAY before the light"
Put aside spooks, Serch leaves a trace
I've set 'em correct with the effect of the Gas Face
Next up Don
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?
Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day
If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time
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