Lyrics:
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Tom Brady
Ima win by any means like K-D
Niggas been hating
I rarely see love
Feel like MJ
So I fuck with a glove
I just be low
And there's no one above
was eaten by snakes"
You can stab and shoot and spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' and lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy
Swear
nothing about love
I been spit on to my face by damn near all I gave my trust to
You switch on me, that’s cool but don’t get mad because it’s fuck you
I
or it's hyrda bob
Or the deadpool corps or some cyborg dork
I got so many titles it’s
Like i stole the store
I don’t have any rivals i just spit for sport
I
was eaten by snakes"
You can stab and shoot and spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' and lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy
Swear
HELL THEATER - WALKING THROUGH THE FLAMES OF HELL
(Solo: Axx)
In a bloody morning in this little town
The grass is soiled of a young virgin's blood
punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, I laughed in his face, spit
Bi- gave me
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football
Bob with the beat. Mob with team
I'm wanna be next up I'm not, but I might be
All the way to the top now sight see
Sit back I'm chillin like an ICEE
like all of them
We so stuck together, tied, but I'd do this shit for life, uh
Nobody versus I'll give them a halo
I'm spitting these verses like bob
Song: Tini Bop
Written and performed by Santini The Great and Chingy
Intro: Interstella on the beat boy
Tini Bop ( laugh)
Hook: Tini bop , you
than yo bitches pants
Y'all keep teetering, sheep, take a stance
Bars cold, they could be sold from Bob Vance
Like Elsa, freeze lands, they're all
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
to me
More Buffett more beer ah ha yeah I'll play any song that you want to hear
A Bob Marley song or a sing along a little Jack Johnson yeah you can't go
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
of y'all who stood by suck a fucking dick
Alex Tom and Tou
You're a fucking bitch
Almost wish
Y'all would slit y'all fucking wrists
Can't you see that were
don't spit unless it burns inside like Listerine
I try keep my pain a mystery
Finger up yelling a pig
All of y'all who stood by suck a
Alex Tom and Tou
I gotta go get it
Nigga that's my mission
They it's impossible
But Tom Cruise did it
I'm a boss and I'm well qualified
For the position
Gotta dolla
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Yeuh yeuh yeuh
Check me out now
Check me out now
Go head then..
[Verse 1]
Allow me 2 introduce myself again
Bobs at tha office but bobby ray is in
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