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of your toe
All the way up to your last hair follicle
[Biz Markie]
Hey hey hey, it's me the diabolical
Yes, y'all and, it's time for me to fall in
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
an album and continue
If I ever fall, know I called that
Cause I would rather die than to try to get it all back
Tell me am I losin it?
Tell me am I
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
When the snow falls on Christmas Eve,
And everything's white
I sit by the window,
And remember another night
a chrome gat
Who died P, I guess it was my homie, black
Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back
It was sad, my homie took a damn fall
Sort of like
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
deins?
Sein Album war schon scheiße
Aber nicht schlimmer als deins
Ich bin zwar Optimist
Doch du machst sicher noch eins
Dein Release ist draußen
Doch
have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week
You
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Come on
We gon' see it through
More than just an album, this is DS2
Gotta be ready to go as soon as He said move
Rebuking any evil and them demons
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
of your toe
All the way up to your last hair follicle
[Biz Markie]
Hey hey hey, it's me the diabolical
Yes, y'all and, it's time for me to fall in
they won't be no next time
Took a puff while I thought
About my next line
Head fried but I got morals that I live by
So I could never pull a knife on my
coming in live
Some of you niggas had me
Knock shit down for nine-five
I told you last year that I
Burned you in a flame now this year
I'm wreckin average
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