Lyrics:
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
displayed on Persian rugs
Equations are drawn up in paisley form
Mic, it stay warm, my flow is Evian
Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra's style
not even by a bad soul
Fuck Jed and Chad, it's Jay, Prince, and Brad
Ain't enough bullshit in the states to come stop this
Rap-A-Lot Mafia shit, yeah
to hold that shit
Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit
Give 'em the full clip
These niggas is bullshit
Been talkin' big six but scared
me. I appreciate it. See you later. One more time for Mr. Brad Mastrangelo, everybody. Wow.
me, this the new me and I'm loving it
Positivity for sure the best, when it comes to this I don't rest
No more stress anymore, God is at my door, please
forever
Spit pain is my pleasure
I just got smarter, more witty
And clever
So she get moist, saturated
And wetter
Give me her thoughts
So I just can't
Ellen: How do you think
Marriage has changed you, if it has?
Kanye: I've definitely learned
How to compromise
More which is something you have
to say it
Ya better be praying, the price to pay is you soul to satan
We need changes, more militant faces
Just in case this war beguin no time to waste
in the south and is divided into the North Atlantic and South Atlantic by the equator. The Atlantic Ocean is known for its strong currents, such
don’t have a bad grip
Vette Louvre, the dude with the fat lip
But is more handsome than Brad Pitt?
Heard my music blasting as I was riding through my city
Pitts but it's not Brad
This da shit that is so sad
I think of this shit and I go mad
I am a man 1st then a boys dad
I'm the boys Brad I'm the man that I
mallet for the laws
Dragging a mallet through the
City when he walks
Subliminal is so nineties, get wit it
I'm more like bird watch then a mobster look
It
the bed head
Who is it? (Fred) Who?
Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door
By that time someone jumped in the window
Now what the fuck was I do?
a sad case, still want to test mine?
Yeah this is Brad's race, and here comes the next rhyme
You shoulda thought, before you stepped into
not even by a bad soul
Fuck Jed and Chad, it's Jay, Prince, and Brad
Ain't enough bullshit in the states to come stop this
Rap-A-Lot Mafia shit, yeah
still come up, Short
I sing a song, In the tune of, Keys adorned
Won't stop for scorn, Can't afford
When opening, More doors
Than locksmith chores
Natural
wanted to leave
I told you I loved you, but you didn't believe
You were too easily fooled, so easily deceived
By some dude who's more rather into greed
Almost midnight
and I cannot sleep
There’s something all in black looking at me
No, no it is not my uncle brad
asking me if I wanna play with him
to come in last
That trampoline at Brad's house, the LEGO sets at Josh's
It wasn't a proper Sunday if we didn't go to cosom
If you didn't get a large cone
I was born in the town of Paisley in early 1960
And placed in the care of an old eternal bachelor
A strict disciplinarian, a passionate antiquarian
I'm On Guard
By Brad Dassey
2/21/2023
VERSE 1
clways on-guard
cvant Garde
Lookin' right over my back
clways lookin' back
Stiff-like-a-board
worshipped by society
Who's perfect to the public but hates himself privately
who can't look in the mirror and is screamin' but quietly
And can afford
You know the boy Brad is down wit us
The boy Big Mike still down wit us
Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk
Niggas in the southside down wit us
Fifth
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