Lyrics:
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And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
DVD, you'll remember what I said
I'll be famous when I'm dead
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Conn Artist Music | BMI
to perform
Cause all these rats be talking up a storm
I know what they worn
I know what they be liking
If they hair short
Said "They probably be dyking"
Yes
Michael take the wheel
Just let me put my rock n roll leather gloves on
Keith
Keith what are you doing back there man
Ma ma ma
In
a glove, I would be Bad as Michael
Some say, yo, I sound rugged
Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the Power like Snap
A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker
A rap star
If you don't know the movies
I ninja vanish
Michael Dudikoff
I get super low
I get super lost
I be super cool
Like a super boss
Say they super bad
But
of Mike's Hard
I need a milf not a shoulder to cry on
I'm not the type let bygones be bygones I wanna fight revenge what I seek
Alter egos cold heart like
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I really don't know what to say, your top is on the low end
I said hold up, hold up, whoah
Kid's no motherfucking joke
Michael Phelps with
face to face
Breakdown systematic oppression
And suppression of your needs
Just shut up your inner dialogue
And be with me
And I don't even care what you
Ayo Paul, It's Em
I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing
And I know that he's not thrilled about the video
What, does he want to be
Ayo Paul, It's Em
I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing
And I know that he's not thrilled about the video
What, does he want to be
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
tempted by women at times
It's like being the king of the hill
Surrounded by dimes but that's the least of
My trials and tribulations (what)
Handle
won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was
Tellin' you that we are
Rushin' to the ER
By this time tomorrow we was posed to be in DR
Me blowin' a cigar
You sippin' a tini
I told her pack her
Michael Phelps
Stand down, still with my crew
Either die or you gon' shoot
Crash out like Bandicoot
Wait till I catch Lil' Woody Woo
I'm gon' slide her by
don’t mean I won’t get carded
Kill my vibe your whole crew will be parted
I'm a fun guy with some ideas you would run by
Soon as I will stick
paid tho bitch ass niggas gon' envy that
They gon' envy me
They gon' envy the man I prayed to God to be
Well bitch ass get played like DVDs and I'd be
Step out the car, all they see is the gold
All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul
As I step on the corner, they wanna be like me
Watch
like a astronaut
When you down, stand by your brother, thats what I was really taught
Moving the bands, runnin them errands, Look at me mad, but they
what they wishing
The Heavenly Father
Or the dark master
Hardly give a damn
Whoever comes faster
I been off the wall
Michael in the
I just want it all
ain't no motherfucking movie
Or no DVD
You see me skinny nigga
But really I eat proper
Eat rice for lunch
For dinner I eat rappers
I be that nigga From
saying that can stay over
Should be a chain who goes by the name of Choker
That's what he did when she told him he should play the sofa
So the chains
[Memphis Bleek]
Yeah motherfuckers
That's what y'all want right
That ol' gangsta, that ol' gangsta
Check it out now yo, yo
All I need, bomb ass
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