Lyrics:
I stay glad, solely cause they stay mad
Cause they can't do the stuff that me and Cam can
Man, when they in person they mouths stay shut just like
funny
My name is Black Thought and I'm 'bout to make money
Cut the flamethrower back, taking things over dundee
Dance on yo' ass like the Brass monkey
let me float, let me float
Yo I just care about your bands
They see me rolling out
Couldn't care less, I'm smoking loud
Been pouring out
My drink in
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flow's
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you
auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flow's
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John
chemical (let's do it)
It's logical Habitual (can we do it?)
It's sensual But most of all.....
Sex is something that we should do
Sex is something for me
lotta others
That brass band blew my mind
When I joined in the second line
I felt the power of the gris-gris
Got my soul saved by the backbeat
I
ain't mean to
Diamonds dancin' on me and she dancin' on the pole
So I guess we both do the same thing too
She don't dance but she dance for me
She
Yeah
Blast my voice so loud singing a good song
Why do I have so much talent it's been so long
I got the music in my soul can't let that thing go
goat shit)
Opps gettin' blasted by my M4 (Brrr)
Swervin' in that Benz
Bad bitch toppin' me (Gah Damn! Yeah)
Drive by broad day (Baw baw baw)
Opps can't
The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
the monetary. Don't get Stuck there. Hear me out 500 bands, I need 500 bands, man. Listen 500 bands, 500 bands In a box. Let me know what you got
Anytime I have
Mad
Eye can't believe that she's getting Moody
Let me drink this real quick talk slick
Now she dancing with the booty
Selling to all the kids in school
years off
Upon my return, hey I'mma still flaw
Even harder though, so let the robber know
Haters do ya thing I'mma shine regardless though
When you
wheel
Just be sure what you want to steal
Some people do it by the book
But I prefer to go by feel
Tell me
I wanted to get out of here
But every
yo' stomach and a knife in my hand, boy
Loading up the drum, let it bang, ain't no band, boy
Sleeping with the fishes, favorite meal is the sand, boy
alright
She's the leader of the band
She's the leader of the band
(So take my hand) so take me by the hand
(You're the leader of the band)
'Cause you're
his pride
I said I wasn't going far
And I let him carry my guitar.
Then along come a mermaid, said "Come sing me a song,
And I'll stop the band
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John
finna do
You butter not have on no chain taking yo shit boy my niggas insane
Don't come across me boy stay in yo lane
Sniper hit you boy we straight
to the mud in your eye
Yeah
[Chorus: ]
I'll be back
And sitting up high on the saddle
All I want
Is to do it once more
Let me get through that door
my real name
I won't say a thing
Let 'em know
In the fucking pit
Screaming RIP
Yeah they thought I wouldn't level up
Do that shit again
Yeah they
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