Lyrics:
falling from my eyes as I'm running through the mud
I be asking God for help but sometimes ain't nobody listening
And I be hella fucking stuck man, what
[Method Man]
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
out
something more
A gypsy and a rebel soul
On the other side of the door
Eyes on many faces
Flash by then they fade
Feet step on a pathway
Bound to make it home
I was born into a spare bedroom in 1989
Pulled from the womb by the leather hand of my evil gypsy nan
First sound I heard was her cackling laugh
But
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
they dance
Valentino-type tangos while the make-up man's hands
Shut the eyes of the dead not to embarrass anyone
But farewell, Angelina, the sky is
like Frisbee (Throw it here)
Stealin' all these looks, call me Trixie (I'm so popular)
Got your bitch rockin' hips like gypsy (Swing, swing)
Shirts off
booty like Frisbee (Throw it here)
Stealin' all these looks, call me Trixie (I'm so popular)
Got your chick rockin' hips like gypsy (Swing, swing)
Shirts
I do, but walk by.
An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic.
It's half-light and he's in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes
the horror
Of a man set free
A voice sounded behind me
It shook my body to its bones
""You are not by yourself,"" it said
""You are only on your own""
""Is
a wack em-crew
See you a crew of wack niggas
You should have never tried to test
These words that I man, with the eye to fest
While you sayin' one
gettin' rings like Sonic
On the hang glide damn I'm so damn fly
This swag kill a nigga so hard
I just seen his man die
Stand by, I got bitches
the universes Multi – verses cowgirl reverses
Need reimbursements
By the - 1st of the month
Yo head is down
Bae pick it up
No silly stuff
This gypsy love
This
As I mix Walk on By over Passin' Me By
Seem like everybody puffin' but I'm contact high
Off this fresh new wax, with the real brown sugars makin' eye
Or just let it slip
Yo
Remote is ready, eyes wide palms are sweaty
there's Flintstones on the TV all ready, Wilma and Beatty
No virgin, I'm channel
me, no, I'm feeling fine
My naked mind
My naked mind
Half-focused pictures thread these days gone by
Man's fallen chorus rages and recites
As we lose we
Yo, yo, yo, son
You ever felt a funny vibe
What you supposed to do?
And ya mans ain't ya mans
And ya friends ain't ya friends
And ya money ain't
and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme
By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate
and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme
By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate
Man, she split a drink on my cream Wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin', she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin'
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo
I don’t wanna be your man, bitch (Fuck that)
What you crazy
I don’t wanna be your fuckin' man
You stupid you fuckin' idiot (Drunk
Uniting conflicting classes under völkisch ideology
Blaming the crisis on plots by the Jews
Promoting racism against Gypsies and Slavs
Marking those
theater (uh-huh)
Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah)
But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)
And uhh
Who's got the illest pussy
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