Lyrics:
popping boy
Rap, no pop, record
They got fiend by the back up cause, backing off
With the price of crack, that could crack your jaw
Then running with
Yo Lionel, I went by the bar man,
Guess they told me outta jail?
Who dat?
They said Mr. Trouble's outta jail!
Mr. Trouble dem outta jail?
They say my
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
never sold no crack in your city
That's retarded as hell
Ayo this kid a clown
I want y'all to hear my impersonation
Of how corny this nigga sound
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
murders
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady (let's go)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby
murders
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady (let's go)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby
[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle
Cracks, in the cradle
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little Boy Blue higher than the moon
Will he, will
Groove
Don't need hands to touch you
Mr. Perfect, the one you wanna rap like
The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe
Slap the fuck
murders
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady (let's go)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby
Screaming "yo let us in!"
Cops shoot the streets go to
Sleep wathcing Letterman
Ain't nothing new on the news
Throw my brew to the tubes
I ain't tryna hear
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
Yo, 'Law
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah
Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, ya know I'm sayin'?
And imma bend you like a pretzel
Crack yo ass in half
Finger fuck you till you squirt
Make you cream and then I laugh
Uh
Throw it all in yo chest
Sucking
a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends
The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve, then carried
backpack
Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack (smokin' crack)
Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat
Run out of the buildin' or get
perfect and I want it
Why don't you call me
I know you horny
(I know you horny)
An if I cant find you now
Then way up in the sky you go
Mrs Jamaican girl
Yesterday got backstabbed
By someone
Who was close to me
If it's real
He'll look me in my eyes
When he spoke to me
Stumble with yo words
Cause they
will)
Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams
Homicide scene, perfect world
By any means get cream
Just don't let it come
. Nessuno e tu adesso
Puoi anche spostarti da qui
In questa scena di pagliacci io sono Mr. Nessuno
Mangiano tutti dal mio piatto e nel momento opportuno
a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends
The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve, then carried
You gon' be hooked on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This is what chu want
Let me light yo fire, I can turn you on
I'm Mr. Miayagi, I wax it on ya
You gon' be
(Enter the mind of Tech N9ne)
Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes
Should have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me
and baited him here for you
But you would just say, "No"
Probably leave us in the blistering cold
God made you damn near perfect, He just missed your soul
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