Lyrics:
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm runnin' my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face and I say chill
So she puts
I bet no one ever saw this comin'
Quiet in the back I never said nothin'
I hit you by surprise I'm on my flow now
Go ahead and comment down below now
nothin been livin above it I'm floatin round like ET
Beer die in the back
I got jack up by bed side
Too broke for designer
I'm still walkin with my head
never met someone
Quite like you
Asked me to hang out with his friends
I just got underage drunk again
He thinks I'm wild but it's nothin' new
I know he's
We was just talkin bout this at the hill
Now I got bags in the trunk add up to half mill
Smoke Exotic only by the pound I'm foreal
Got this shit
you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
the battery cables with the pliers
Check the gates, now i'm straight
Bumpin that menace to society by mc eiht
See I got spice, but i'm not the one
My
rescue me
But there's just no helpin' me
By any means, I'm'ma stay alive
Seekin' relief from the other side
They say the drugs don't make it right
But they
or trick on you
Don't think you caught us slippin', my bitch keep a blick on her
I still be in the trenches, with nothin' but pape and sticks on me
Spin
into my home
You're like a bottle sent with a message
But you're sinkin' like a stone
If I had your name
I'd be changin' it by now
If I was
Parrot spouts these words that he don't understand
But that's all right
That's okay
I can look the other way
I am cool like the ocean nothin' ever
REAL UNDERGROUND BABY
By Insane Clown Posse
This clown don't smile and honk your nose.
This clown don't wear green goofy clothes.
And this clown
that's soft
Where I'm comin' from
Least they come, nigga front for nothin'
That's when they see that boy
But I ain't mad at all when somethin' got my
another bottle
I'm an alcoholic
I can't stop it
Know it's toxic
For my pockets
I can't get a grip
So I'm gon
Make it fucking rain on a bitch
But I need
hella coo!
Often imitated but never dismemblicated
Kilo grams of coke and that broccoli I used to weigh it
Smokin' Ahfganny in the candy blue drop
Yeah it’s a nice day
What can I do with it
Can’t let nobody ruin it
Nothin but good vibes
No foolishness blue skies
I can get used to this
It’s
I took myself down to the Tally Ho Tavern,
To buy me a bottle of beer.
And I sat me down by a tender young maiden,
Who's eyes were as dark as her
the similac
Dog tried to have bottle wars, he ran outta money
I got these chains on my neck, come take 'em from me
0 Plus 0 equals 1, I can't leave with nothin
not an option
Nothin' but exotics, I'm lovin' my options (options)
She exotic with a coke bottle body (hey)
Mill' in a week (hey)
I bought an iced
climbing to my accomplishments
By design every time I spit a verse or write a rhyme
It blows your mind and gives you goosebumps that's word to RL Stine
This ain't the type of shit I'm tryna get into
But I need to get this off my mental
Reminisce about us when times was amazing
Belaire bottles
why'd I do that
Put a little of this, with a little of that
But ain't nothing little about that there, cat
Triple black, back to back
By myself, still
nothin' but shooters on me
Them niggas know and never movin' on me
I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
Look like I got the computers on me
I'ma get back
them family, told 'em nothin' but the feds
That's the blue and red who be dead
when the sunrise come six in the mornin'?
I'm maxin' like a wiseguy
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