Lyrics:
Exit, go, and sign the x
Just like I'm Malcolm
They been waiting for me
Just to drop an album
If you trying to find a nickname
I think Trey is fitting
driving you insane
In war and pieces
In war and pieces
In war and pieces
In war and pieces
Words and Music by Tom Angelripper, Bernd Kost, Bobby
lyrical batch
Cover beats with a lyric patch
Albums on play like meat on a plate
Not gonna quit my profession no way
My art makes you bob yo head all day
I need a haircut too Biz, plus a straight jacket
Cos I got into show biz to be a babe magnet
Now my honey dip left and I'm on my own
In
Last night i had a vison i was the best
Woke up the following morning went to studio and gave it my best
Gavem an Album several months later they
Signin' autographs
Lil kids run up an hug me
I'm from where they from, I was raised by crackheads an junkies
High school flunky
Too busy out there
to say
Last days, fast lane
Bombs from Pyongyang might touchdown
Then it's ball game
Ay, 'til then I'm rappin' by my last name
And the name remains
Don’t speak Spanish that’s fine by me
Its Straight Fire In the Booth
More Fire than Shaq
I'm loaded with these bars
Ready to attack
Going grat-atat-tat
said
So what's an afterlife, if it's half it's like what's been going on already
I'm Tom Petty, wild one forever, so get ready
My album been dropped,
range
Glock spit poison
Bitch I'm back like I never fuckin left
Y'all nigga take the summer off
Imma take a check
Keep it real with the niggas that's gone
on a vacay
She love me like some chicken but its alot of shit thats at steak
Mysterious number call m phone start with 619
Wrote a letter to my watch and not
coo, coooo!
Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and
This is my brother Doug.
How's it going, eh?
Beauty, eh?
Yeah, I
you ready?
I wanna take you way back
To when a girl on a mike?s worth
Wasn't determined by the length of her skirt
I mean way back to creativity before
the non believers They can slight me but they got to see us
Bron Bron on the baseline kill everything til I'm in arenas
Even surrounded by lions I throw
drippin' like eel
Couldn’t get home so I had to steal
Out in Tokyo, I’m dropping a bomb
Buckle expensive 'cause it made by Tom
Shit on fire I dropped
Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry
Never tell a lie
All I do is rap and write
Cause this music shit is tight
And claims that i'm too white
Are getting send by tom mcdonald
White boys, fans
you
I wanna entertain and I want in just express what I'm tryna get off
Then the records come out different in my experience
I was told that anything
subscribe to me
'Cause they know I'm goin' down
As a hip hop OG
You're exactly what Tom MacDonald wrote
About and just released
You a cloned motherfucker
What
different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics
I like killin' anybody, I'm like Anybody Killa
I'm stompin' through yo' city like a little Godzilla
I'll cut ya
I just landed bags on the door
Smoke up a blunt man my backs been sore
From all these flights oh my that’s not tour
Just to finish up the album
Wait
93'Zoo écusson, héritage des rues sombres
Dans la cave un uzi bébé m'fais surtout pas d'suçons
Possédé par Biggie, Bob Marley, Alain Souchon
dread
Hounded by mouths left unfed the future screams squalor and poverty
A prison industrial complex profiting from captivity
As others will rile
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