Lyrics:
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
by, still I fucking fly high
Rarely take shit from cunts, try to kill and hide
I'm so fucking bored of life, man you can't imagine it
Hoard bitchez
with a silver spoon
Gonna jump around like I own the moon
Hard-nosed, blinded, deaf penny loafer
Cremation done by the sun
Tasteless bigot sandwich
lie, I'll put my right hand on the Bible
And tell the world that me and Berner got a strain of the cookie
That shit is just simply undeniable
It'll
players, tru to the game
Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up,
Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up,
Put 'cha
GOT ME IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND
COME ON BABY
LET'S GO CRAZY
YOU GOT ME SQUIRMING
Verse 2
YOU GOT ME AT YOUR BECK AND CALL
I WOULD EVEN TAKE A FALL FOR
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
me like a circus strongman
Like I don't put in work? So I go berzerk it's wrong man
Fuck your Notes app kid I write it long hand
Old school told you
should start by tracing back, yeah
Metaphorically speaking
Let's see how my queen got out the deck, yeah
Up until now it's been a gamble
Crap out but I
Would it hurt to try me
Very special love
But he old news shawty
I'll be on read (Red)
Imma call you Kitty
I don't tell crap
Baby ain't no kidding
Oh you
Santa is here
Got cookies in your beard
Hand me some milk
Jimmy Christmas Cheer
Santa is here
Got cookies in your beard
Hand me some milk
Jimmy
represent
So to my peeps in the PJ's, throw your hands in the air (For all of y'all)
Let me know you're out there
To my peeps in the PJ's, throw your
just gotta go apply dough
I don't care if she got a job or a 30 by 4
Hold up stop squat now jiggle one cheek
Jiggle em both throw yo hands up on yo knees
them to see them amongst my crap
I be on my hands and feet feeling around on the floor
Is this what it's come to I've always wanted more
With my life
crap and smack
It all gets passed around
Screw you up
And that's how they keep you down
Then they have you
In the palm of their hand
Then they have you
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
on and take your stands
This one was made by human hands
Robots will stand no chance
This world was built by human hands
It's a rap
Piece of crap, AI
Take your
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
crap crap crap
Spending all your money on funny smelling junk
Drawn on cobwebs force it haunted
Horoscope expert
Vice vice vice
Praying to a money god
to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road)
(Intro)
Ladies and gentleman, you are now captured, under my sight, I got you,
It's Gunmaker on a mic, throw ya hands high,
Get your lighter up,
to nowhere
In another man's shoes instead of my own pair
I promised discretion and to be at her beck and call
I look like a dandelion and feel like
ringing
Pulled from my sleep
By invisible hands
The distant sound of a lady singing
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
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