Lyrics:
faster
Nigga even grabbed the shovel tried to bury him faster
Next week he at the mall, Rollie on his arm
Two bad bitches with him laughing having
into the well-fed earth
One of which, a liberty apple, after being watered in
Was tamped by a baby barefoot
With a bow hanging in her hair
Biting her
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
break you in too(two?)
Stop feelin' sorry for me
I hate that look on your face
You say, just let go
You say, come back home
I say, I'm just fallin' from
Crazy drama, this rap shit keep him heated
Pull out on him, should've meant it
Thoughts break out, rash
Allergic to anything with sugar in it
Harshly
to get him to stop laying eggs
And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps
I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers
Kicked the swinging doors
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
rambled up over the hill
Expectin' me to do one of two things,
Flip or fly, I didn't do either one
It hung him up
He started sniffin' around my body
the music became by us
The situation required the almighty formula
So I’m mixing numbers with letters now it’s looking like algebra
Do the maths I got it
sent to attack, so I'm following the map
X's mark the rappers out with two head with
Furocious cademies that only need with the next spliff
Step by step
you sew so forever know it’s up with me.
Had my back against the way ain’t they ain’t wanna fuck with me.
Now them hoes was all bluffing lying said
minute
Who put my Rolex on the radiator
Back like boomerang I'm Dundee'ing it
But you might see me later alligator
In some bally lace ups, with some
want the smoke
Almost like they want to see who exactly I can be
Don't stop now with it, cause I've been talking too much shit lately
Baby girl told me
On the artichoke we fed him
Left for dead with a pretend suicide note
Cowrote by the denizens of dope
Part 3:
So many fools to lambast rapping half-mast
Kraken
wrath
Wrath play house, is where it's all at
Through anything, album stay on my back, back
Can't reach the charts, with all this weight
Ain't dropping no
ain't gonna be shit
Now i got tracks with the best in aussie
Fuckboys wanna tryna do features
Told Bills that I won't stop
And I won't stop
Till I buy him
vicious bullet
you'll lose more than your lips with your clitoris in my fridge
bein' a victim of Joel Rifkin would be a privilege
'cause I'll do worse
(Caught up, I'm locked up but they can't stop us)
They won't let me out
Visitation no longer comes by
Seems like they forgot about me
Commissary is
loaded with the answers
You want it written out by the stanza just trust me to deliver
I started this dream I'm here to finish with her
Now I'm back in
loaded with the answers
You want it written out by the stanza just trust me to deliver
I started this dream I’m here to finish with her
Now I’m back in
to slow down
Dripping in sweat we need a towel to dry off
I grab his ankle, pull him back for round 4
Bridge 2
Moon tells me its past midnight
But we’re
And they say we ain't hip-hop
Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac
Get your shit rocked
Smoke you like my pipe do
Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound)
If greatness was
Bitch, yeah, ha
Compton most wanted
Haunted by the ghost of the dead
Climbing out the casket
With a bullet in the head
All blue, all red, smothers
for you, we say, Well, I ain't in no box. Don't try to put me in one. I'm going to play a little bit of guitar with this one, but I might stop it's
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