Lyrics:
and ice picks
We pick who dies, when the wolf cries
Brutalize mothafuckas, catch em by surprise
We're unexpekted like a car crash
Head bash
and ice picks
We pick who dies, when the wolf cries
Brutalize mothafuckas, catch em by surprise
We're unexpekted like a car crash
Head bash
and ice picks
We pick who dies, when the wolf cries
Brutalize mothafuckas, catch em by surprise
We're unexpekted like a car crash
Head bash
and ice picks
We pick who dies, when the wolf cries
Brutalize mothafuckas, catch em by surprise
We're unexpekted like a car crash
Head bash
baby want it she just say the price
She gonna cut up on me
While she roll her eyes, yeah
My wrist so icy
This beat so fire
Ima stack my chips
Invest in
Walking barefoot butt naked and run in the woods
(Oh hell I might as well try them this party is so drag)
Oh dag I didn't mean for you to eat the whole
and bash, I'm like weed or the hash
I make your high last by completing my task
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky
get peeled
I just baby, deal with the talk
You backin' the guns and all the law
So just hopin' these bastards know that we strong
Fuckin 'em quick in
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
Joan Baez
She dug the rebel
Well, they met one day
At a pop art bash
Between a painting of a can
Of succotash
And a high camp sculpture
look at me
(Schools for fools look at me)
Just a boy filled with so much glee, look at him he's so free (am I?)
But all I see was a child locked down by
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
me feelin' like I'm day dreamin' while I'm high
Baby you got me feelin
Baby you got me feelin' like I'm day dreamin' high
Baby you got me feelin
Baby
of the Year Show. Well the competitors will be off in a moment
so let me just identify for you.
(Close up on competitors)
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith (E.I..)
down" m'kay
A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alcohol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't
get peeled
I just baby, deal with the talk
You backin' the guns and all the law
So just hopin' these bastards know that we strong
Fuckin 'em quick in
Joan Baez
She dug the rebel
Well, they met one day
At a pop art bash
Between a painting of a can
Of succotash
And a high camp sculpture
killer you shoot with yo safety in
I get so high I do not know what day we in bitch
is killing me
Oh what a relieve
When I let a fucker rest in peace
So go stupid
Loose yourself in the music
Turn off your Brain
It's so fucking useless
Most high, thugging with the most high, most high, most high
Stunting with the most high, most high, most high
Vibing with the most high, most high
ten joints
Then get lost in fallopians
Find out how to cope again
Lowly men found in the thicket
Getting chased by a piglet
Windows tinted
Just cause he
the break is over
(Yeah)
My track record so clean
They couldn't wait to just bash me
I must be gettin' too flashy
Y'all shouldn't have let the world
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