Lyrics:
This is the tales of a teenage serial killer
Heheheheh
Crack crack crack go the bones in his back
As my ax makes tracks down his spine like Amtrak
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
I'm goin' I'm goin' I'm goin' animal
It Mr roll another swisher
(ahhhn) aka that nigga
Its Gucci Mane, a killer
Yo local drug dealer
And I'm hangin'
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by
Ladies and gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown
I wanna talk to you about one of our
Most deadly, killers in
view
Gun it to Luanda
Thats a double R
Flying through the power band
Just sent a piston to the stars
Seen them killers walking better walk the other way
with all the chips and the keys to the Range Rover
Drop me in the jungle, I'ma run with the gorillas
Lock me in a room with a savage or a killer
I'ma
pill flippers and killers
I chill in the slum, concede with my plug, I made a mil using my skillet
Get lean by the tub, I'll show you some love
You cop
the room
Killer outside, we gon' skydive in a tomb
Keep yo mouth quiet, killer outside with a tool
Make it two
Ain't no high-rise in this interlude
Live in
check this out, listen
Cold killer, bold old gorilla
Bold as a font with the thickness
Old as yellow gold in a Chevrolet with a stick shift
The story
& white from slave ships to plane site
Saw them bury our heritage, saw them kill the blackberry tree
Couldn’t cut our roots, so we grew through the seed
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
everybody was alright except him
They got out of the car
And just across the dirt road was a white house
They took him across there to that white house
to the next room, and so on. Twelve rooms connected by twelve doors, making a circle, so the twelfth door led to the first room - a mandala.
In the first room
Tongue kiss the neck and it's, mucus from a locust
Stand on fly, Mel-a-chi is on standby
The white Puma's go with the X I multiply yo
Word on block is
to soldierette
>from every killer to cadet
Playa hatas get wet
Tru niggas march playas step
(chorus)
We no limit soldiers
I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
Bar room is emptyin' smoke, fillin' wind from the chimney tip
Black water on the concrete drips
Creek Water when the flask gettin sipped
Okay, these
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