Lyrics:
freestyle much but I write 'em like such (word)
Amongst the fiends controlled by the screens
What does it all mean, all this shit I'm seein'?
Human beings
freestyle much but I write 'em like such (word)
Amongst the fiends controlled by the screens
What does it all mean, all this shit I'm seein'?
Human beings
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
tie a dollar sign (ty dollar sign if I keep singing
Oh lord
Spitting gimmicks you boys are sinners Tell you a saecret
Iv always had a thing for
savings account stash
And lots of other reasons to
Be blazing the loud pack
I get it life is getting hectic by the second
'Til you start to question if you
boots, muddy tires
Wrap your baby in your jacket by the fire
Yeah, the girls 'round here, they got it bad
For good old boys in a camouflage hat
Look
I got a brilliant mind like Steven Hawking
And every bar I spit like neurotoxin
I'm like the Juggernaut mixed Colossus
Cuz niggaz cant do a fuckin
And that's just how the thing go when you get 'er done (how?)
We did it son (yeah we did it son)
We was drinkin' Jim Beam by the handle (handle)
Me and Steven
food now
Give you little food now
Formal
I like Ifeoma
Why Isioma
Jump in my hummer
Not okada
I'm not a biker
Not by carrier
Only when you come my gym
Strange, I'm a bad magician
Suna kira ni Anansi
Now let me break down that long division
Champagne sipping
Swag stay dripping
I'm getting blinded by
effect
But what about the crimes you ain't kicked none yet
On the ramed out streets of the Inner City Delray
There once lived a little boy named Violent J
Look at them lurking
Funny boys them
Funny boys them
Funny boys them
Look at them lurking
Funny boys them hoping
Bad bitches them twerkin
100 bands
(Bound to get lucky!)
She got a cousin named Shanee who loves to play
Doin' it "My Way" like Usher Ray
All day
Sittin' by the "Dock Of The Bay".
million still killin' dealin' and all for the children
Came out of Cleveland with Steven,
And even my peoples was creepin',
But now they reapin',
Ray's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank up
that I'm a total bad boy
Who want to get they ass kicked in this verbal fight
y'all niggas is gettin raped like my dick last night
Sellin mad weed
have made the street a furious minefield
Where sinners are black boys thrown onto windshields
And the shield and badge is holy armor
We are not the bad
Ooh-ooh
Dirty-ty
That's me, me
Bidi-bubup
Dem ah pree me, I can see angles
Get money, get snakes by your ankles
Any cobras can get handled
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
Urban baby like ray ray
Making movies like ray j
Making movies like ray j
Celebrate my bday can't wait til it's May Day
While the comp screaming May Day
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
fucked her on a Tuesday
I just fucked her on Tuesday
Gucci kenzo fendi & Prada
All this new dripping designer
Bad little bitch get you lined up
Outta town
about that life
Show that little boy that inside there's a light
Shine so bright man the sun going blind
And the moon couldn't stay it's a bright
I was on Donna these niggas weren't fucking witme
Now im in college and im making money
These little white boys they be fuckin wit me
I went to Louis
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