Lyrics:
why I'm spazzin
But you listen that's the mission
And I'm bitchin but you listen to your mother
When shes cookin in the kitchen
eating potential
(I'm convinced) future MC's are sending robots back in time
As we speak to kill my mother before I'm born be warned
You catch
find it difficult to listen to me
Everytime you fuck up and skip a class
I'ma put my goddamn foot in your ass
And if your father wants to buck up
I'll
laughin' at me
And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother
That’s a severance package
Is Glu’ still shell dumpin’?
Career is stale from it
Like how do you say your grace knowin’
How far you fell from it?
It’s Hell
say they need me to fuck up Milwaukee
Come home, do a show, then I'm out (yeah)
I gotta watch how I move through my city
Four-hundred degrees, I'm
by all things involving haters
Evolving into shit that you can't
That's why I'm big as a tank
you mother fuckers never get in the paint
You want
jumbo joints, them shits cost a buck 50 for eight
And when you told me your Merlo, need more grapes
I said "Honey, you never had wine before!"
And if
and live back home again
You won't believe the rent these days
I'd let you live here free forever
Come back home and get your license
Though I'd never make
teach you how to put soul in your rhythm
You ain't been home in a minute feels like part of me been missing
We are whole don't forget it teach you how
Dripped out feelin' like a sink
Nigga keep playin imma lay his ass down on the floor like a mother fuckin' plank
I been goin' in nigga fuck what you think
on the grass by the gas sell
Motherfucker mother bitch
Pull up on you bitch
Pull up on you bitch
I'm about to rock shit in the back of the crib
I'm about
FUCK!
That's what I like to do after the Puba makes a buck
For those who say I suck well then step up and push your luck
You're aced out, now your
attempt, put a hole in my body
Pain let the drug take control of my body
I was molested inside of my mother's home, she ain't believe me when I was young
I'm a go in they house
And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out
Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
Drama, fuck all that,
trust my dawgs
In the name of the Lord
T-H-you-G
Were not raised in hell
Just spray
With the G-A-G-E
Smack em with the buck shot
Guard your face
on the anglerfish
And the octopus gliding by
And the jellyfishes look just like L.A.
See the smile on the anglerfish
In the deep sea makes my wishes exist
Then they
As a consequence of which, they must find money by these means
We say we are against those means
Not because we are moralists, not because we are religious freaks
jumbo joints, them shits cost a buck 50 for eight
And when you told me your Merlo, need more grapes
I said "Honey, you never had wine before!"
And if
rap game I can give a f***
If you wasn't down at first you can buck these nuts
Transformers get stole on boom (boom!)
Get the picture killa Cali home
"Keep goin'!
Be a man! No emotion! It's your duty!"
Until we meet again, Dudey
Dudey, that's what we called each other
I don't know where it came
The preacher man says it's the end of time
The Mississippi river she's goin' dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
Your only getting
your toast
By your third year in you, forgotten by most
Niggaz wife cut them out of they life, niggaz don't write
Friends actin' like they don't be
lights
Woh-oh, Hollywood Seven, dream your dream - seven bucks a night
And then the months went by without a job
The money that she saved was nearly
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