Lyrics:
you suckers man, real shit man
Your dad should've left home like millions of other dads did
By staying at home, man, he only made you a tougher,
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
that im so weak,
Im pushing work everyday, Yall niggas did not peep,
Ill with the my word play, Yall rhymes beyond cheap,
[Scratch That] I mean some
Just took the loud out the turkey bag
If that's some Perc, nigga pour that
We off a pound, can you work with that?
These suckers want my position
equations
That's how you sum up a cancer cell
Easiest way to answer hell with no romantic spell
Treating a mutation by feeding it radiation
It ain't dying,
where we sense a glitch in
Before you get amused by sucking dick in the kitchen
Just think about your family who are stressing and wishin
That you come
Together in this empty room
I'm lonely but I'm still with you
You're lonely and I feel that, and I feel that too
I'm a sucker for the home team
know what to do
You know out that office I continued to work
I signed so many papers, my fingers started to hurt
Then I shook off the pain, say this
and uptight
"Smile at the Camera," the Flashbangs in my eyes
Set off by smells, sounds, and sights
And you know that's not right (ptsd)
Now, You know I'm not
breathing dirty water
And my legs are been mauled to death by the sewer rats
I move erratically to make them work for there meal
I?m dislocating my shoulder?s
didn't ask for nothing
Work hard everyday now I'm fucking stuntin'
Remember I was in the hood around last summer
Now I'm eating and you suckers
Can't tell
His car, his wife, or his razzamatazz
But that's weak, you gotta do work on your own
Cause when you're rich you got friends
But when you're poor
speed racer
Told that bitch
80 niggas so fake, they out of order
Hold the work it could swim
And take all the water
I done motherfuckin' the shark in
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
Tinashe
The weed and liquor got me too on
I don't want none of my exes
I be fuckin with my new jawn
Stop by on her way to work and she getting that work
take it
She started laughing, so I know-
Ayy, God, ayy, look, look
They say that I work with the devil 'cause
I got a vision more clever than ever
Not
a crucifix
Men at work
My ideas overload
And the records I make explode in every zip code
Definitely def, the five fingers of death
Doc the Butcher, Polo's
Another starless night sky
Look to her with diamonds, Lucy
I fall in love so quickly
Hope to God that death don't chose me
Fuck
Times be hella strange
Hotel
Ego death
Death of the mind death of the soul
Askin how far will i go
Death of the mind death of the soul
Askin how far will i go
Death of the mind
it
Or would you kick it to the curb and dismiss yea
Life or death what you ga' give it
Ima sucker for love
Once I get attached it's hard to let up
Like
know what to do
You know out that office I continued to work
I signed so many papers, my fingers started to hurt
Then I shook off the pain, say this
strapped, and I don't smoke crack
Dope fiends, Dr. King had a dream
That we would grow up and work together as a team
Crooks, lock em up by the book
I'm
a quick disclaimer
Before you invade Earth
Please sign this waiver
In the event of your death
I obtain all rights to claim your health
And I'm not
whiskey ginger ice
Fuck my bank account tap that sucker all night
I'm going fishing right, looking for suspicious types
Let me get you a cigarette yeh I got
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