Lyrics:
was born with a set of horns
By two fucking assholes on September the fucking fourth
Fuck it I'm fucking bored so fuck it and fuck it more
I'm fucking
Christmas to you, my dear Bob!”
And Scrooge was better than his word,
He did it all and so much more.
And Tiny Tim didn't die
The man stood always by his
or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
tea and toast
Well, two quick years went by, they were side by side
And without a plan they conceived a little child
He said, "Woman, I love you
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
pronto
Bombs go boom, throw two Glocks to Robocop
Look, mom, wow, my boob job's by Photoshop
Do not go downtown for colonoscopy
Doctors took Tom's foot, so
I'm on L.A. time, six a.m. flight
I figured I'd put out somethin' before this shit dropped (P2)
We found too many Bob Marley pages
Got new beats,
Grandma
Yes Dear
Why is the world so scary
Well sonny boy there are many reasons
Why it's a very scary world out there
Could you tell me the story
isn't an insult and a deed that I could never be insulted by Him, adding a well placed
And accredited quotation by Tom Waits in French no less, much
the majority
I'm two steps ahead while they plotted it
Plans of a posthumous O'hene Savant by their operatives
Highly evolved software that manages
To perform
like this) drip, drip (hey, hey)
I spent two million on watches
My walk-in closet look like Neiman Marcus (damn)
I mixed the Dolce and Gabbana with
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
my thoughts while I back that Henny
That's elementary, my dear Watson
I stay dripped in Fendi
Ooh, he's so trendy
Girl, come bruck your back
Cause I
You better not run
Shots to your stomach
Them bullets like
Ahh
Them bullets like toms
You better not run
Yeah
Ab Man
Them niggas out here
And we do it
Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with
been blitzing shit
Penthouse freaks in my call logs
Perkys in my repertoire
Opss on the drawing board
We can't wait to pick em off
Pouring that shit up
(Bob Dylan)
Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground
With an iron
you haunt my dreams
I can't fall asleep
(Yeah yeah)
Two bad bitches in my section begging for a taste
Turnt up in the spot they bringing bottles by
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
the syringe still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up
tiny
And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself
the syringe still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up
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