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of a Rude Boy
This the confessions of a Rude Boy yea
I'm going home June 7 (Where at) Kgn. 11
Best believe that anything could go down
Confessions Of A Rude
the conundrum
Of why we bestow all the martyrs as monsters
Break the mundane with a fun game, Dunblane
MONSTERS
7/7, 9/11, Armageddon
MONSTERS
Wishing it was
with the boys in downtown I'm shredding
Ima fight with words they my weapon
You ain't bright enough check yo settings
Ima sizzle up like 7/11
Errybody in
Interests in bakin' soda Like an agent I'ma chemist
Novocain numbin' gums, fuckin' teeth up I'm a dentist
Hi Mr. Wilson, Denis the Mennis
Baseball
a look at my life, Just to see how I'm rolling I'm losing my focus
Shit be feeling like dice, 7-11 don't hold it clip it unloaded
Keep that stick by my
1No Fucks given , lay em all down...
2Dirt naps for the opposition
3cmber alert , when it come to feelings
4Paper chase my addiction/sickeness
teens, beauty like we'd never seen
Our heroes led us by the hand
Through Brian Wilson's promised land
Where Disney's God and he commands
Both mice
just me (real)
4. Solo by myself, when I come up now it’s we (how)
5. Alway held it down, so much pressure but ain’t crease (built)
6. Banking on my
ain't he from the seven
When he start totin poles n Mack 11's
Ion know, but he will send you 11
Five to yopressure points to send you up to heaven
Thank
You know how to get there quit playing
Take 410 and exit 7
Exit 7 where we stay
Marbach where we lay
Exit 7 Exit 7 Exit 7 uh huh
Exit 7 Exit 7 Exit
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
road
Sometimes it's like I'm-a-livin-a-double life
From a suit and tie to boots and neon lights (It's a)
Sound check at 7, (it's a) packed by 11
These
Digits rule
Everything
Around you
Numbers try to drown you
These bills piling up
And it's sucks
Need a come up
To fill up ya cup
So you hustle
By
I wonder if he's still alive
Ol' Willie he gave up his wife and children
Just to satisfy your fourteen carat mind
Layin' by these railroad tracks
of errands.
I played the fiddle for 9 church meetings and I joined
11 separate denominations. I signed up and joined
Up for 7 of the best trade unions I could
freedom go, baby, I don't know
But how can they mean it?
How come they give it up?
How long until they see
The modern laws of lovin' don't apply
on, motherfuckers, come on
I got seven MAC-11's, about eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's the shits never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if
on, motherfuckers, come on
I got seven MAC-11's, about eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's the shits never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if
My arm comes out my car, my window down
Like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon
First these bitches love it, then they hate it
Then they hate
magicians also did the same things by their secret arts: 12 Each one threw down his staff and it became a snake. But caron's staff swallowed up their staffs.
2.
the corner
Of the old red barn down by the Wilson's place
The night I left my home I kissed my babies
I took my wife and held her when she cried
I jumped
Just Get a loan out nigga
Just pay me what is owed
Yawl niggas don't want me to come knock up at your front door
I came to really collect you know just
a dream
By 11 it shattered into pieces
By 11 it shattered into meaning
By 11 it shattered into feeling
By 18
I had another scheme
To do that shit proper
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