Lyrics:
hypertention. That niggas is getting salty
I'm quick to pop off back the fuck up off me
Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla
Mr. Street life show you
Where's Mr. Voorhees, sir Freddy Krueger
Fuck Michael Myers, bitch on the bed begging me to do her
And that's how it goes, cuz my life is radical
Down down Baby
Down down a rollercoaster
Sweet sweet baby I'll prolly let you go
Mr. fuck the city up bitch I get around
Rx Rx came and annied up
to remove it
I live only for this, it's how I must do it
There's no way they can take what I say and skew it
Rest in peace Chynna, Ms Taylor and Mr
my mother with that mouth
Come home Mr. Marlboro Red
While we all sing the washboard blues
You're at the motel getting ran through
Rode by saw your
the whole club go back, eh
Bend the knees, jig 'em bring this one back back, eh
Like a swagger mom, bring on this track, eh
Massive attack, mm massive
and charbroil her on the bonfire
And bon voyage, bitch, I'm like Chef Boyar-dee in this bitch
Send a bomb to my mom's lawyer
I'm a problem for you, boy, you
Yo, I go by the name of Dubious Thoughts
I feel like sometimes, I hide behind my shell
Like I was bound for hell but, I got a story to tell
Cuz my
Wallbanger
Conceived in the fire by you warned through disasters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack
a buck
Who gives a fuck
I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine
I gotta see what's going on
But by the time I reach the hospital
They tell me Mr. Cheeks
contradicty, wild animal ship fleet
Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought
Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool water and ease
came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play
And she said, "mom, I got a note here from the Harper Valley PTA"
Well, the note said, "Mrs. Johnson
an awful lot
For just a three hour tour
Then her mom came in the room
It was kind of embarrassing
She said, "Hey you two, I was once like you
And I
Say na na na na
Say na na na na
Say na na na na na, it's mr jcd
My family my family
I make this money for my family
I will buy a mansion for my
song about it
Why don't you sing it
Ring the alarm here comes the Com
Call me Mr. Hollywood, check it out!
Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com
of my own by five dollars
I just want to share these stories and never take time off it
You hate on imaginary people on Instagram why bother?
All this
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
THE NEXT DAY COLD
Chick-chicken.. chick-chick-chick-chicken
When I collect my thoughts I recollect
I used to listen to my moms (to my mommy)
"Damn it!"
gifts
Mr. Magic and Marley gave radio a lift
You don't understand, but we do
That's why I'm tryin' to explain it to you
So sit back and listen,
In fifth grade
And start taking
Drumming lessons with Mr. Scott
And that dude
He started me
On the snare
With that
Blue and white book
It's called
little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this? I just don't understand, understand
And by the way,
slowly
Photographic memories of me being a little shorty
Talk about Mr. Ignorant, Mr. No Morals
Live for today and I was like fuck tomorrow
I ain't gon lie
That's right, on the seventh
That's right, on the seventh
Seven, seven, seven
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daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play
And she said, "mom, I got a note here from the Harper Valley PTA"
Well, the note said, "Mrs
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