Rapping all these
Stories
Can get so fucking
Boring
I Gotta grip the mic
And begin my exploring
I don't drive a foreign
But ladies still adore em
I just wanna kick it
I can get so corny
But let's switch
And fix the flix
No flips just spits
On the kids
With the flick of a wrist
I'll start a mosh pit
Get to moshing
Squashing
And squabbling
We wobbling
To get retarded
Disregard this
I'm just speaking my shit
Not talking no crap
I put it all in my craft
Dont need no
Fucking facts
Sit back and laugh
Yet im so crass
Used to be
A thug
Now busting my ass
Working glass
Left school
Cuz fuck class
Was the act love
But my actions
Can't retract them
This track
Sounds fat son
I'm the fatman
A packed one
Dropping bombs
On these cats hunn
They can't
Scratch em x
Keeping it wicked
Is strictly Business
When wе kick it xx
Speaking bodacious
Bragadocious
Tenacious
See the shit that
I'm saying
Keep еm spraying
On the pavement
We keep it gangsta
Your favorite
Spitting out
Your only
Flavor
Needing lonely
Favors
While rage is
Slaying
In 7 layers
Til its time to dip
Your only dip is shit
Straight gut
Irrelevance
I'll do a dance
While they rest in piss
No time to dismiss
Just keep it banging
Bouncing them tits
Bring a Hemp blunt
To my lips
Keeping it wicked
Is strictly Business
When we kick it
Bring in
Banging
Bouncing
Ounces and blunts
Can't amount to us
Rolling
Keefy up
Dabbing
On these maggots
With a
Quarter pound
Of bud
Sitting spitting
Sickest hymns
Chilling grilling
Chicken kicking
Rhymes
Sipping
Miller high
Bumping
Miller high
Straight macn
On life
Make no sacrifice
Its ride
Til I die
Sublime in the mind
While I'm smoking
On grind
Letting music
Write my lines
Til the end of time
Keeping it wicked
Is strictly Business
When we kick it
Stories
Can get so fucking
Boring
I Gotta grip the mic
And begin my exploring
I don't drive a foreign
But ladies still adore em
I just wanna kick it
I can get so corny
But let's switch
And fix the flix
No flips just spits
On the kids
With the flick of a wrist
I'll start a mosh pit
Get to moshing
Squashing
And squabbling
We wobbling
To get retarded
Disregard this
I'm just speaking my shit
Not talking no crap
I put it all in my craft
Dont need no
Fucking facts
Sit back and laugh
Yet im so crass
Used to be
A thug
Now busting my ass
Working glass
Left school
Cuz fuck class
Was the act love
But my actions
Can't retract them
This track
Sounds fat son
I'm the fatman
A packed one
Dropping bombs
On these cats hunn
They can't
Scratch em x
Keeping it wicked
Is strictly Business
When wе kick it xx
Speaking bodacious
Bragadocious
Tenacious
See the shit that
I'm saying
Keep еm spraying
On the pavement
We keep it gangsta
Your favorite
Spitting out
Your only
Flavor
Needing lonely
Favors
While rage is
Slaying
In 7 layers
Til its time to dip
Your only dip is shit
Straight gut
Irrelevance
I'll do a dance
While they rest in piss
No time to dismiss
Just keep it banging
Bouncing them tits
Bring a Hemp blunt
To my lips
Keeping it wicked
Is strictly Business
When we kick it
Bring in
Banging
Bouncing
Ounces and blunts
Can't amount to us
Rolling
Keefy up
Dabbing
On these maggots
With a
Quarter pound
Of bud
Sitting spitting
Sickest hymns
Chilling grilling
Chicken kicking
Rhymes
Sipping
Miller high
Bumping
Miller high
Straight macn
On life
Make no sacrifice
Its ride
Til I die
Sublime in the mind
While I'm smoking
On grind
Letting music
Write my lines
Til the end of time
Keeping it wicked
Is strictly Business
When we kick it
( Dre Rage Tv )
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