Lyrics:
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late
the kidnapping van
Hmm, makes sense cuz they're clowns
RiceGum is worse than anyone from some cum
Like Plankton lives in a chum bucket like a bum
Cuz I could be
attractin fireflies
In the night sky
Its do or die
So fuck it
Laws ya meant to abide by
But being the nice guy
Never seems to get you anywhere
So be a cunt
on the low, bro
Now you wanna wake up wake up, hurry
Bill Murray, gotta beat your Murray
Titty with the sauce of a curry
Season the reason your eyes get blurry
black congress woman"
"Mary McLeod Bethune?"
"An educator"
"Marian Anderson?"
"An opera singer"
"Duke Ellington?"
"A jazz composer"
What about
til thumbs get blisters
That's a joke hope further than the solar system
Spics by the lift they probably take a tip of
The bill it's a skills
thumbs get blisters
That's a joke hope further than the solar system
Spics by the lift they probably take a tip of
The bill it's a skills the talk game
gon' make it
You got a better chance at
Gettin' hit by a spaceship
But I'ma pray for 'em, dear Lord
Please bless the bum niggas
I know they're starvin',
We put up our tent on a dark green knoll outside of town
By the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse-Faced-Ethel
And her
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
(What?)
Ice blue cool, top lip frostbit (Frostbit)
The soundbite Clark Gable on my cable bill
(Damn)
Bill Cosby on my couch out in Nashville
(Tenessee)
Plum
the unemployed who simply wanted a change of weather
And during the period of Jimmie's greatest popularity
You could set your watch by the highbawl of any train
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
brown-nose for some gold
Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller (oh yeah)
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got
down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
A man in the coonskin cap, in the pig pen
Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten
Maggie comes
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
down the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
But you only got ten
Maggie comes
can't take this torture no more, I can't
I can't watch this
Pay the bills, station break
Break it down!
Operators are standing by-cubic zirconium
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide
The bums drop dead and dogs gone mad
In packs on the West Side
Young girl standing on a ledge looks like
to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with
(ayo)
You can not retire me (yeah)
I keeps it real in the field, Navy seal on the drill
Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled
Recorded
spit who box this
Turn explorer Dora to horrorcore bum rapper
Tour to tour from door to door morning after
Pills for girlies that squeal slipped on that
to pocket check you
For fuckin' what?
There hasn't been a dollar in
Those jeans since '07 dude really a bum
Nigga is you silly or dumb?
You went from beggin'
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