Lyrics:
the bitch til
She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
Wanna do this shit my
Way
Or do you wanna take the
Highway
When Everlast would
my kitchen
Cause I'm cooking up a dish and I got my brow raised
Like I'm Dwayne Johnson, I ain't here to play no games
You claim you bad, but like Mike
tired of seein' them sit on the shelves
But if other rappers are just getting acknowledged
Then where is mine, I was getting no homage
It's kind'a retard
they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter
Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're
protecting the public from
my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin' on that Drake dick
It's all
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
all that you're gonna feel it with the rhythm at the minute and I'm killin' 'em softly
Get outta my way, in the littlest way
Melt the face off like
Ain't no one said, "keep your chin up," I got jumped and kept my chin up
Had a white boy as a friend the only way I'm eatin' dinner
Not by choice but I
Why because you froze the moment we met up
And I never run punk, I go head up
I ain't no fool and new jack poppin fake rap
I rap from the heart
they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter
Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're
protecting the public from
Johnson on the block
They way I’m shootin this Magic
And you’ll think i took a picture
Of my words
The way i make you imagine
And everything happens for
it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When
it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines
in eighty-nine, because I'm
not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that
Raised by the streets, no father no big brother
Racist police shooting us cuz our skin color
New Jack city my hood is what The Carter is
Bitches having
the mic for alla y'all
The beat technician
Real with no science fiction
I come way from beneath with my shit
Here's Erick
Choppin down the door like Jack
Go on let me slide inside, I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe, by the screw music I provide
I turn the tune up, two days before
Go on let me slide inside, I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe, by the screw music I provide
I turn the tune up, two days before
mom
Fluids flowing through your body got you burning warm
Go on let me slide inside I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe by the screw
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
I ride around on pay day
Feelin' like a king with the crown
And other people naysay
But they ain't gonna bring me down
Don't worry mama, the bills
no other questions
I, I mean I, hey look this is David Nevermind
I'm signing off, but before I'm outta here
But Remember, if I ever talked anything
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