Lyrics:
fuck
Hope you get hit by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait till this album is wrapped up
Radioactive
Sounds in your ears
Standing by me
Is facing your fears
Nothing is scarier
Except for us
I think that movie
Is pretty sus
I am a beast
I am a menace
the message of God, if you needed the proof, TAPE ONE's the Receipt
Bitch, is you feelin' it now?
I see you boppin' yo' head, by the end of the album you gon'
win a round
Man I don’t want your girl you know she sleeping around
All the people dodging me, you know they dodging themselves
All these albums
some things your money can't buy
No pretending til the end of
It living with no facad"
"In my ear, so many instruments I hear
Feel like MaCauley culkin
I heard your style and I beat you nigga
Your whole album I sleep through nigga
'cause 'Te's an avalanche so call an ambulance
And tell 'em to pick
stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start
tampons
Into my ears, just only not to
Hear all these wack-ass albums, brought to
The industry by ‘em dumb skinny and tattooed
Freaks, their raps -
to this
I distort your reality like E-Sport
I hear whispers in my ears
Every time you want a diss
Cross the line you won't be missed!
Now who's the best
your balls ain't drop yet you pubescent
Freestyle the whole song, don't got no lyrics, keep me guessin
Keep the fuckin' pen right by my side for when I
And it's so aggravating, you work so hard so many years
But can't get no respect cause you got tattoos and your ears are pierced and your hair is long
They
held up to his ear
A wooden cabinet door badly in need of oil for its hinge
The voice following it, closer and louder, accompanied by static not present
on your head?
"Down to the graveyard to visit the dead."
Please don't go
A worm in one ear and a slug in the other
It doesn't look like her, are you sure
the volcans
And by the BBC
I am the ground underneath your feet
I am the air flying over these niggas
Wanna fuck with me
Cause I am definition of duality
Me
aye, you not my fam, you not my kin
Aye, I'm tryna' see a nigga's fail state, Mario Kart, niggas' twelfth place
Go and selfie by a hellscape, your girl
Summer of '14
Working southeast in Columbia
Writing about some shit I hadn't seen
Like your incoming call
Smoking chains of Pall Mall
Trying to do
of wicked high society
Eating from a tree of good and evil philosophy
Ultra MK LSD supposedly
Officially canceled by Congress in nineteen seventy
Until they
to read your lips
The more the mask you're wearing rips
But when I seek out your voice
My ears are overcome with noise
You show and tell with greatest ease
Semi auto bravo kickin flavor in your ear
This a Sunset roulette could make your problems disappear
Pass a gun and hear a click
We just happy that
down, speakin on some pigeony shit
Like the whip wasn't yours, like you let him forget
So you scrape up some manhood and give him a look
By the time
"You're makin moves on your own, huh?"
"I got ears, you know? I hear things
You know?"
What about them? What about Gaspar Gomez?
What is he gonna do when
news
Welcome to the evening news
I thank you all for tuning in
Yes I'm your host and your journalist
It's Chamillionaire so let the news begin
Our
evening news.
Welcome to the evening news, I thank you all for tuning in,
Yes, I'm your host and your journalist,
here Chamillionaire, so let the news
befo' you got your deal
These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked
After your album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch
My gear
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