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move
Yeah I got intel
They been feeling my shit like its wrote in Braille
Feeling like Fergie
Im feeling glamorous
Smoke so much
It got me stammering
You

a lot to handle
Man, I'm post-Fergie, it's really been a shambles
I need to vent
Can we talk on some Tevin Campbell
I don't mean to ramble
My head is just

7 Years old diagnosed with asbergers
By a faggot in white known as
An ass pervert
Im only an emotional human and i can feel
Walk into your house kiss

CLEAN
YOU LIKE THAT SHEILA E. SCENE, YOU TELL ME
YEAH, YOU RAP BUT CAN YOU SING & DANCE
I PULLED ON THE ESSENCE & GLANCED AT YOU
ASSISTED BY A CHUCKLE,

me by name
Got a patek on my wrist, but I’m late for the plane
I don’t need to rush cause they all gonna wait
I be flying out to Paris but it’s just

off the plate though
Let me show you lil' Yamamoto
Take a little lick of the mayo
Out on 135th, spending them pesos
Tell my nigga Fergie Ferg keep

Fergie with glamour (you ready?)
cnd, I, got a big ego from stickers in planners
Told ya, I ain't one to roll over with manners
Uni of Florida, but never

me by name
Got a patek on my wrist, but I’m late for the plane
I don’t need to rush cause they all gonna wait
I be flying out to Paris but it’s just

I'll-I'll-I'll wait for you
'Round 11, my time
Next Thursday night in
Some nondescript parking lot
Shhh, don't blow up the spot
Then we can stop by the
Starbucks

That mansion with the lambo
It's mad though
Just lost 12 in that bando
Angry, out here
Z's by the play park
Natural born hustler
3 a warlord, brave heart

Feeling patient, I don't need surgery
I can wait but still got some urgency
Feeling corrupt by the people that murder me
I ain't dead if people done

of heaven
When King Fergie left the scene he made our hearts heavy
And every generation needs Ngamla Menzi
Too many of the realist are just passing by
Too

got me moving like a grandpa
Felling like I'm Fergie when I'm flying I be first class
Just landed in Orlando where the homies and the percs at
What you

Heat Mizer

Freestyle Fellowship

Inner City Griots

1993

two hands?
Don't you hate it when your chainsaw's on the gasoline
And you gotta use a butcher's knife on a man?
Yucky, yucky, yes, yes
Huckleberry,

pray for the end of these days and the start of the awakenin'
I've been offended Father...
Been offended by the higher ups
Who don't care about

say goodbye
But I’m here
With a chainsaw
Wanna say hi
On the last straw
Pick up your jaw up off the floor
Since nobody wanna listen
Pay attention
Cause

surround by a mob thirsty for fresh meat
Oh yeah! Now it's killing time!

OoAOoo I got real wild and swung the chainsaw around
OoAOoo I cut off as many heads

the subtle ways
That we don't communicate
How the words of love and sympathy
Get replaced by fear and hate
I've never catalogued the many things
That we put

to report the news
Controlled by Andrew Shoals, Cole Scott heads straight to the label's studio
He lights a Molotov and throws it in the window
Burning

a theory
And failed
Didn’t say goodbye
But I’m here
With a chainsaw
Wanna say hi
On the last straw
Pick up your jaw up off the floor
Since nobody wanna

with my luck
Tie me in the attic, chainsaw dust in my palette

Leave me with just a little bit of glee
Fallin down these stairs, baby I'll make you

They beggin me to kill everybody
Fuck around and I will catch a body
Chainsaw and a sawed off Benelli
Hail Marry mutha fucka Makaveli
Raise a machete

[OPENING SKIT]

Oh hey mom yeah what’s going on?
I’m just doing laundry. Oh yeah?
I’m hanging out with my new friend Cassandra.

(CHAINSAW STARTS)

Here he comes again
To destroy you
With the chainsaw in his hand
There's no chance when he sees you running around
Family wants him to hurt you