Lyrics:
Wow, wow, hey yeah, alright, man
That was great bYE! Get the
Fuck out of here that was
Nice cut his mic off, thank you i am
Back, I am your host,
gotta be a trick for the deaf dumb and blind
Now would you set up home, and wait for a Mystery God
to bring Food, Clothing, and Shelter?
way
I’m tryna get money by trucks in a major way
Comin’ like a man want me to pull up n release di pain
I can’t get a m charge spex I got shit to gain
Intelligence told me to "cut him some slack"
Before his brain gets attacked by my rap, fact, facts, ugh
Rap to Rap, I never slack up, nah
I motivate my stack
armageddon gwan come from the sun
Untouchable cuts that's unclutchable for some to understand
So y'all sit back and wonder damn
I like to take this time
rooms, the sextillion tons
Your armageddon gwan come from the sun
Untouchable cuts that's unclutchable for some to understand
So y'all sit back and wonder
blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs
and I flew her from overseas
Fucked up her heart so I know she is over me
Cut up her wrist so I know she is needin' me
Way I put it down, shawty still
'Cause we move with ten ton thrusters
The cosmopolitan cosmonaut up in your knot again like aneurysms
Expand with wisdom
Musical mannerisms are parallel
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
always comin with the up-to-par
You can call X-Ecutioners the best by far...
Knowhatmsayin? Yeah..
Knowhatmsayin? Word up..
Yeah...
[Large
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
the fuck up Lowbz & get back to work
I do not want to get back to work
Because my boss he is a jerk
He never listens to the words I say
And He be taking
to the bread I took a few Ls
Smoked a few Ls and got right back to it
Jimmi Joe & No Name got me afloat in the game
Catch me fly sliding by like a float in
make
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
Of americal not America mer
Medler rich peddler "hold up?
Which ways up whatever high
Heather by bush push
never quit hoein
A bad habit, I picked up along the way
Break a bitch, and make a new song every day
I do my own thing, I'm original
I was "Born
never quit hoein
A bad habit, I picked up along the way
Break a bitch, and make a new song every day
I do my own thing, I'm original
I was "Born
come up with a number, notebook, or list
It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed
I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap
That gets you jacked
eighty when I get my second wind
Small potatoes all I ate before potato chips would cut my corner lips
Operator, operator, I will pray that you connect
over
Snatch the Tec-9's from Yukmouth
And blast *gunshots* back at ya Rover
I told you I'm the dirtiest
Him...and gettin' up the earliest
Fuckin' wit' my
Back by poular deman, it's magic
Dedicated (yeah)
When Carlito was dying
He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby
Like fuck it,
for junction
Dem dey vex say I dey for every function
Na the grace wey I dey, by his unction
Bet on me to lose na so your game throway e don cut
These
up Strappedup to The T
Infront of you will be the best Version of me
Version1 original stunner
Honest niga so I ain't no Fronter
Fake homies turn tesla
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