Lyrics:
a minor bid
Not for long cause I need me some vagina, kid
Tryna catch strange soup in the silk
Well-built with the coupe in the kilt
I need some mouth from
Troward sense when I speak it into existence
This is kid shit man
I don't really wanna play with these punks
Must've thought that I was dumb cuz
shit
I just love punk rock and I love punk kids
You all have so much love to give
But life's not hard on me
Straight white man, punk passing
Don't get
a heavy metal riff
And bitch that's the thing
I can do what I want
So don't you group me with punks
That's only rapping fast to rhyme words
I won't be
Who your friend? Who your foe?
Will they ride and be down to die?
When the shit hit the fan, punk out like a hoe
Claim to be your boy, your perro
But
have no idea ‘bout the double troubles I’ve always had to juggle
Turning me into rubble
I’ve been left by knucklehead girls ‘cause refused to be
Yeah you lookin kinda sus
What you want kid
I’m just in the back kickin it with a punk bitch
Lookin kinda sus
Know I’m comin
Got my chains on black
either keep it in the streets or call crime stoppers
He indicated it was beef so i had to do a lil pop up
And fuck the police it aint my fault like silk
Been brutally murdered by the Jungle
Posse police seem to be baffled to
The whereabouts of these four suspects
D-Money easily spotted in
Candy burgundy
hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke
Late night hangin' out 'til the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
right at me
Drunk & alone, see the sadness in me
Was on molly in high school, saw Kid Cudi
Met Slipknot in 9th grade, gave them my mixtape
Silk Road, dark
One, two, three, four
Two punks in love
You had my back from day one
We were so young
Yeah, that stuff hit like a truck
A loaded gun
That
16-year-old kids
Love the punk rock
16-year-old kids
Think the punk rock 77 rocks
Don't even ask them
About anything from '82
Don't ask them
About
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
and all these bitches
Task force tryin' to roll deep
But, I'm playin' these punk fools cheap
Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work
I seen
(He don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids)
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and below
My 45
shoot they ass up like rifleman
'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk motherfuckers be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
things never change
Hey, Moderno Deluxe
I'd like to be occupied by you
No, I'm not just a kid
In over his head
With what you do
Say, when I'm old enough
things never change
Hey, Moderno Deluxe
I'd like to be occupied by you
No, I'm not just a kid
In over his head
With what you do
Say, when I'm old enough
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