Lyrics:
some brothers, we were ready to reach
With a mic and a track, we was ready to preach
Nothing too deep, nothing too deep
A bunch of Justin Timberlakes
a couple strokes!
Boy, you raise a Black sonand
Think you kinda pure
Actually, it’s kind of scorched
Especially when this time is war
I’ll have your body
My thought too abandoned
Car-took the top off that justin and janet
Drum on it might start a-rock-band up starring this handgun
My ice not no rock
on the hill
And I want Capitol
Rock your body
Let me take it from here
Or cry a river
I don't miss her
While you paying to fill
Made a deal
Blood had spilled
moon.
The cowering pack awaits the Triumph,
Of Winter transfixed by awe.
Your scream freezes on your lips,
Your blood is crunchy on your teeth.
Dragon
giants Bed Stuy
Flying getting Greene
We are the trending topics from the ghettos to the tropics
On every bodies favorite list
They tell us we the top
Christopher Reeves
Can't stand up for himself
While he's down
I'll knock your teeth out
Worse than Steve Stout
I'm bustin heaters
Then love ya like Justin
avoid the hickeys of the bucktoothed bitties.
Fake Timberlake just to be by Britney.
Smoke that pipe with Whitney.
Shoot that blow with Iggy.
LIB, NYC,
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
knuckles
I’m busy
Breaking the sound barrier to move the cosmos
And planetary bodies while bodying instrumentals, I’m
God
Body in a God Gundam, that’s Domon
Have these niggas wearing halos
Occupation change to angel
All I know's revenge
They way they sin they can't repent
Take your girl by ten
I'll have her
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
wrong
Oh I thought you knew rappers
All this power given up to one blog (Shhhh)
I'm committed to the body you can tell by what I'm writing I'm united
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Ay yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock block it
Cat get blown, who own this
Street corner
Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer
you come back, I'm no longer by your
Side
Bitches can cheat and say they got the win, but the next gon' catch a couple like the FNN
You like the Dwayne,
fembots
We bend blocks with big shots
And kill your little homey like Kid Rock's
I kid you not, kick rocks or kick box
And like a one legged man in an ass
by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot
Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like
The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron
I'm back
Back by popular demand
Back on the beats back with the mic in hand
I'm back like your spine
Back one more time
Back to show these rappers
better change what comes out your speaker
You wanna see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party
Troubles on my mind, I still smell
final thoughts
As I re-cock with more lines than a brochure
Stocked, ready to rock the elements of hip-hop
Do Gotti plots over instrumentals
Hit your
That's one hell of a punch line but
Let's get back to the flow
Left jab hit your nose
Right hook fracture your skull
Your body is free
Put luxury tax
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