Lyrics:
the pit and make them mosh
No matter if it's just a snare and toms
And all the moms start to freaking out and screaming oh my gosh
Look for the secret
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
crunk
Emperor's new groove
Marso bob the bulider
Walk around with this tool
From PTSD
I ain't even on no cool shit
Dr. Miami
Everybody fake now
You listen
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Drinkin' that pineapple juice, yeah
I throw it up, never hurl, yeah
My nickname Young Spend It
I get the money, get that by the plenty (whoa)
Used
taste like Ruth Chris
Nigga sang on the gang like Dru Hill
Got some locked down in the zoo still
Click full of animals Doctor Do little
Everyday screwed
fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football
Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant
I keep a house full, nigga, call me Bob Saget
Spendin' time backwards, hotter than a cactus
And we
Really Silly Be Hot Dr Chilly
Don't Call Me Willy Or Billy I'm Bob
I'll Sing The Rhumba And Dance La Bamba
For My Next Numba I Turn Into The Samba
Stop
you, shut up
My therapist said me and you can't speak again
I locked the devil out, but it was you who let the demons in
Hahahahahahahahaha, Tom
wait
I actually grew five times my size grabbed
Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism
Attack is for
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
space Game
You can take away my space ship
You can take away my space suit
You can even take away my space lasers
But you can never, ever take
find a way
Running the blade
I got time to pay
Prophecy fight the fate
God is the final boss I debate
Yah writing my life away
Artist I might just die
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
And a little bit of sun
Just what the doctor ordered
And I will set me free
And I will find my pain
Files and press delete
And I will say something
with my skaters
And you sorry, you hatin'
She from Saudi Arabia
And her homie from Asia, oh my God, they naughty by nature
Doctor Evil, Doctor
room for doubt in my mind
No room for doubt in my mind
Only life vibes yup
Only life vibes yup
Head up and down bob
Loving this job
Fills the mind
out, then shoot a nigga out?
Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch
Pass me the blunt, he was smokin' when he died
You really think Elvis
Kenny had the fie in school
Surrounded by niggas who really hungry too
I started with a half of some purple shot out my nigga duke
I call that Nigga back
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
mob
Like Bob said on Natty Dread, you afi dead
If you try us, David vs Goliath
Is the label that I'm on so go buy us
My shit is bias, deep underground
like Sanji, crazy kicks on me
Kinda like Nami, make you say nani
They'd think I'm Chopper
I'm not a doctor
Shit gas like Caesar, know imma please her
My
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