Lyrics:
come on, come on
Yeah come on now
Save my fucking soul
Yeah
Yeah come on now
Save my fucking soul
Yeah
There’s a hole in the sky
Aye aye
Giant cunt
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
hip-hop motherfuckas, you know what I'm sayin?
(Yeah yeah) shout out to Bobby, my engineer
It's a nice night in L.A
We're recordin' this mixtape and shit
When will it come?
Words that rattle round my head
Struck by lightning, someone said
A diamond bullet in the head
Right in the brain
Are they right
When will it come?
Words that rattle round my head
Struck by lightning, someone said
A diamond bullet in the head
Right in the brain
Are they right
my size I done bodied
I can take half of the bodies & make a pile
Climb on top of the dead, just to look a giant dead in his eye
I break, I fall, I
therapist
I'm like ah
My dad on heroin I wonder if his phone cracked
Smoke all day we be dead by the weekend
Please control your girl when she's around me she
Curtain revealin my words the gospel
No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded
punch
Why'd you every wanna get split by a literal giant
You little my words are lit, that's your literal guy Ant
You be pitiful tryna spit I'm exquisite
of the world, I'ma screaming to tell
I love the USA girls
Almost as much as The Giants beat Green Bay, girl
I see you out there dancing
Looks like you need
invader, soloist exterminator
Greater evader of ducks, concert crusader
Is bad, my nickname's the circuit breaker
Eating up the world, acre by acre
I'm
the foreign
They rather see me in a jumpsuit thats orange
Got me staring at the world through my rearview mirror
I hope God forgives my friends you know I
Feelings on my face and I know that I don't hide them well
Heart up on my sleeve for those people who can not tell
Drinking all this liquor tryna to drown my
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
motherfucker living in this world
And this really got me losing my cool
What would you'd do if you were in my situation
And any and everyone you ever loved
on the shoulders of giants, Paul Bunyan
Move to Cali, I've been baggin' all the bitches down in Runyon
If we talkin' real estate, I own the real estate (I do)
pursuing it
Woke up wid a dolla on my mind let's get to it then
Said I couldn't do it that's a lie ain't no truth in it
Big stepper like a giant
King
the urinals
You keep on blurrin those WACK-ASS RHYMES
I break code and make access, grab my gun attack feds
with somethin that the rap heads can't pass by
A freak of the world what do you call her
She's never letting go
Oh ohh ohh ohh
(On the rocks is where we stay)
Sippin' on the liquor bombay
Freezing up my
He woke up in fear and doubt
Hammerless and mad
“Give it back at once you thief
Or i'll go tell my dad”
Giant slayer, Jotun bane
Mjölnir is its'
Velvet darkness stretching
Over an infinity of void
I'm spellbound by that blue-white marble
That used to be my home
And on my phones
That cheerful
I'm a baller, and I watch my back
And when I'm ballin, yo, I gotta be packed
If I ain't packed homeboy, you could say I'm slippin
But if you try to run
Behold this is my vision no less real for being unseen
Like a giant in a giant's world the I am proud of nothing
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