Lyrics:
the bucket
Boy, I'm one, two, three hundred, this is sparta
Call me Leonidas, T minus infinity
Now I'm screaming in complete silence, you didn't think of me
here to drop off a song
The devil keep tellin me wrong youre too far-gone nobody is listening John
Get ova yourself put that catechism right back
that he wears a skirt
Look at that bitch
He got a small stick
Get yourself a shovel and start to dig
Oh my god look at that fig
It's getting eaten by
really a pro
Budden all in my business, call them niggas Joe
Not the three, not the two, but the U-N-theO
Like I said, this shit big as a damn Super Bowl
boyfiend by the name of Joe
Said " To Coney Isle, dear let's go,"
Then Nelly Kelly would fret and pout,
And to him I heard her shout.
chorus
"Take me
boyfiend by the name of Joe
Said " To Coney Isle, dear let's go,"
Then Nelly Kelly would fret and pout,
And to him I heard her shout.
chorus
"Take me
I need it
[ VERSE 1 ]
East Coast, West Coast, worldwide and all over the globe
MC's got this rap game wrong
Suckers think being the greatest
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
the toasters
A middle child, wish me and my brothers were closer
I wanna scream at her, catch myself before I start to
And remember it takes two people
The Tec 9 split up, I'ma get you
Unload these muthafuccin hollows till I hit you
Fuccin with my mind
The wrong kind
Evil as fuck
The glock goes buck...
to kick
Some free game to you lames
You dig what I'm saying (I dig)
I got cool, two gangsta niggas with me
You feel me (Say word)
This nigga from
blessed one man could be
If he could only find her highness
I get to knight this
Open meeting
Keep running into false hope
The wrong one
My hope is
I wanna be alone more than I
Wanna be by your side
I'm sorry about the truth
That's just what I feel inside
I'm getting to the point where
I'm
malfunction
Wrong way down the one-way junction
Told this posh ting that I do construction
(Skrr) i was sixteen handin' cats packs
Really thinkin' they'd come
months, learned from Shaolin Monks to flow, leave damp kitchens
Something's wrong, depressive thoughts got me trailing off, and on this raft drifting
Still
In this life time you don't have to proove nothing to nobody except yourself
And after what you've gone through if you havn't done that by now
It
Thought for sure that he'd quit
Just as soon as the night time hit Well he proved me wrong
Cause by the end of it
The Tilt-a-whirled and the Zipper zipped
.jpg/300px-Jarvis_Cocker_(2012).jpg "Jarvis Cocker")
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