Lyrics:
the ass, bitch slapped some
Grade School High School bitch slap went nuts
I remember gettin' baptized by the Reverend
Bitch slapped the Bible out of his
This is how you disappear
Out between midnight,
Called up under valleys
Of torches and stars.
Foot, knee, shaggy belly, face
Famous hind
don't want to be here anymore, you should listen to her
Yeah, you can hear the screams by the 7 year old girl
That got killed by the Catholic priest
a panic
I called up the plug and he shipped it by transit
Shipped it by transit
High as the sky I could jump out the planet
This glock on my waist it aint
you think you number one?
With music, did you get make a ton?
Did you get to do everything you want by the sunset?
People call me number one
And I still
a ciągle ją oczerniał
Był chory na umyśle mordeczko to pewniak
Taki to był drewniak wziął i to zakazał
Wolał by alkohol na półkach wyrastał
I brawo tym panom
Whuh!..
Yeah...
Whoaaaa.. (It's Friooo)
We was really outside trapping and y'all stayed in (EASTSIDE)
We was posted in the hood right by the pavement
Come on in but introduced by your doom
Seduced by the collar held by yourself or somebody else on a leash
Move your feet
You got time to lean, you got
hairdo like Shaggy and the Mystery Incorporated Crew (Zoinks)
I don’t see the problem like Stevie Wonder watching all the 8 o’clock news
1up
She gotta
This that red shirt Shaggy Rogers
Shine too hard to sleep
Need doctor
Walk on ceiling holy father
Gotta exercise these monsters
I grew up to son my
look like that
Didn't know that he rode the wave no rag
Didn't know that it wasn't me no shaggy
And they know I always got the weed, no baggie
How I'm
RIP Louie aka Droopy
RIP Josh aka Shaggy
RIP Mike aka Mookie
RIP cndrew Morlett
Who did start it?
RIP B-man, Bryan, cka B
Butterfly chasing
RIP
intercepted
By my radio, telling me to leave or I'd regret it
I got the fuck out quicker than jailbirds
Who got an early release, a credit
For having some time
that shit slow
I'm disgraceful and hateful
Spreading evil like wings of an angel
The second coming of a saved soul
And I got problems by the payload
I
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
didn't make the Forbes list last year (hey)
Made a mil' off my dog like Shaggy (million)
Blew up fast out the trenches (phew)
Call me 21 Savage (savage)
of the room
And it all becomes clear this is meant to become my tomb
Doomed forever to lead a life of non-existence
I'm trapped inside here by the Pagans this
birds there ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my hair
I want it long straight curly fuzzy
Shaggy snaggy ratty matty
Oily
product it's bound to get ejected This shit is protected by computron And hard drives and main frames that it's downloaded on Virtual criminal, subtitle
to ball and dribble, no nibbles, I want the whole plate
Shaggy go for rounds, hands down, with no holster
Come with big energy, hung like a poster
I could
Running down the hall while I'm tweeting on my phone
I keep getting tripped up by the vines in the stone
Passing up the rooms with the crones making moans
fold, I feel em preying
Monsters in my head
Shaggy, man, he
Knowing something bout them monsters
In my head I got em flowing out it's awful
Laid up,
I wonder why I can't stay next to you
In a twilight zone
And I'm caught up by them city lights
Wondering how to see the night
Want you back thought
This gyal nuh normal she irregular
I can tell fi a fact she did send by jah
Baby yuh a raise up me temperature
Let me come over deso n wave wid yah
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