Lyrics:
I am a simple goat
I live on the back of a pick-up truck
The Old Man tied me here with a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't give a fuck
He's
the wilderness, was led by the Holy Spirit to be pruned and tested
The devil whispered to us, I will give you this
If you bow and worship me, but we never did, bow
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
time the way you look at me would be so fascinated by me 下次再见我时 你的眼中便全是我的身影
You will renege because of me 你会因我而食言
I would like to cast a spell on myself
spirit have no power over you and me
I blow the whistle give them red card like the referee
I cast them out with His name with authority
Then I bind them
You're a lot lizard
Working in a blizzard
Grabbing that magic wand like a wizard
Baby I can tell when you cast that spell
You're a lot lizard
Covered
[DoItAll] Hey yo Funke wake up!
[Mr. Funke] Huh?
[DoItAll] Turn your radio up!
[Mr. Funke] What?!
[DoItAll] It's us!
[Mr. Funke] It's US?!
[DoItAll]
watch where I step when I’m litty
I wanna count up some hunnids and fifties
yea
I want the key to my city
I gotta burner I’m getting to busy
all
talkin' bout a trigger like a slut
It can hurt guts, yeah, I'm beatin' that shit up
Big Lani to you niggas, can't fuck with me
If I see a hyper, give him
with the funk
Pete Rock is in the house, CL is in the house
Money up steps the new era of my lyrical terror
Funkadelic for lightin up spots ever
Or I'll be forced to hit yo a** up I give a f***
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin' me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked a** cops to come
outlined on the floor
You got hit by the .44!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You
Bismillah, I had a surreal moment the other day
This young lady approached me and had a conversation with me I was so inspired by it, I wrote a poem
to show my worth dime by dime
Let my loses be lessons and failures give focus
Let my mirror's reflection give conception to my atonements
As nurses watch
won't have a choice
He's like superman with a power of the green
Buying up all the media to wash him clean
He grins while he preach catastrophic
fucked up by them pounds
If it ain't about that money, tell me why you on my line
I was really on the grind, selling nicks and dimes
I'm the real
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
on me, with glee
When I walk up in a room its a party
Got no reflection but there's one thing you can see
All competition running scared as they should be
to crazy dough, I never get enough
Your money like old men, can't get it up
I'm spittin? up sicker stuff, middle fingers up
Luck, I'll never give y'all
my waist so you know what I'm toting
I don't need no gang boy I slide by my lonesome
I slide on anybody, give a fuck who it is
I'm only tripping about
I grew up alone without You like a rebellious son
Spewing out all my hate at You, I was a Hellish one
Then the depression worsened, a person full
to buy her a coat of fur
Everyone dancing to the funk
I just don't even wanna fuck
I just really want to party
I just really want to party
Give me a tab
Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre
But this time, I'ma hit your ass with a touch
To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back,
Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy
Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies
Like um, Ralph Malph to Potsie, Brooklyn
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