Lyrics:
best step back 'cause I'mma kill, I'ma kill
So, what you thinking, Mr. Raggedy man?
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Ann
Check you out, punk
best step back 'cause I'mma kill, I'ma kill
So, what you thinking, Mr. Raggedy man?
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Ann
Check you out, punk
John Frost square
I wear a tracksuit, I look so fly
I goes down the Spar, I busy 20 Sky
Sovereign, Silk Cut or Malboro Red
Remember Kids, don't smoke in
black silk clothes
My skin crawled as he said
"Please come on in"
His house was filled
With every occultic symbol you could fathom
Hanging
"Me And My Skate"
Oh shit God damn, I almost hit that little punk rock kid.
Oh shit, ah damn, well what's happenin here? Damn helicopters
And all I
a gunshot My shit punk rock
Like finding a Picasso in a pawn shop
Chill, Splash, this a lost art
I wanna hear bout the kids better than Mozart
That's really
But y’all be out here all day
And I still ain’t paid lil punk and the lease is up
But if he really want it will he fight me for it?”
Now they out here
used to make advance to my lady form
Ok, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? (but, Mecca)
Ok, slap a meadow punk with a fine
I flip this only
on as I start to kick it
Cause we're like outlaws striding while suckers are hiding
Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by'
Hanging out my
Punk-rock, new-wave, and soul
Pop music, salsa and rock and roll
Calypso, reggae rhythm, and blues
Master mix those number one tunes
Play that
Punk-rock, new-wave, and soul
Pop music, salsa and rock and roll
Calypso, reggae rhythm, and blues
Master mix those number one tunes
Play that
revolving door
You get much more than you bargained for
See reflections of infections from wall-to-wall
There's enough love here to be had by all
So many
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
on as I start to kick it
Cause we're like outlaws striding while suckers are hiding
Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by'
Hanging out my
the Gang is on the prowl kid like Lecter
Paint a logo with your blood so you niggas remember
The Chain and the Star, mystical and never typical
I'm a shepherd for the Pentecost
I got my scriptures and my wires crossed
I got no kids and I got no home
They want us holy men to live alone
of a dude
I'm the rhyme enthusiast by my side's where the groupie is
No one's doing this the way me and Louie is
Stupid kids stay making dubious claims
Fuck
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They're walking like an Egyptian
All
to (Huh?)
Makin' shots at them kids who use to punk you (Huh?)
Repititious rap shit, don't get nowhere play ya mouth whip
And niggaz can't smoke wit' dry
behind, a fool from the darkside
Continuous killings, many unsolved homicides
No ordinary kid, got a top and no lid holes
Kidnappin' child, permanently
Punk-rock, new-wave, and soul
Pop music, salsa and rock and roll
Calypso, reggae rhythm, and blues
Master mix those number one tunes
Play that
they said it would be practical
I can't make my kids do a goddamn thing I tell them to
My kid's an unrepentant radical
He is as unimpressed by the glass
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