Just Started Watching Football but Man the Bangles Suck
I Swear Their Coach Does Coke, i Mean Angel Dust
My Crew Is Evil But The Church They wanna strangle us
But If You Can't see Both Sides then Change your Angle up
Bitch Please, That's Rich See My clip Can Spit A Swift Breeze
Of Sixteen caps and quickly make you Swiss Cheese
This Beat can make you mince meat and give thicc queens
Sick knees, maybe I'm Hungry let's Switch Speeds crispy
I mean Crisply
I'm simply wimpy and want your misery, give me
Your Just a Future mystery meant to be left in history, sissy
Chill on the couch, Lionel Richie pimped out like fifty
I play Russian Roulette When I'm bored I get risky, let's see Where it gets me
I'm That psycho dude, nuke that might go boom
My Gat and rifle shoot. choose see if you like to move
Tip my hat like mj move backwards moonwalk on a typerope to show I'm better than you
Feel like Nasa the way That I rock it
Don't Worry Girl It's Just A Glock in my pocket
Step To me Feel like I ought to cock it
Make you pussy out and leave you cockless
The thotties bodies on me want me
I get more brain then a hundred hungry zombies
I wear Designer used to wear acrombe
Stay away from my posse we all carry tommies
Men wanna Battle Him
Women Wanna Stratle him
Christians tell him Raps a sin
They all acting like a pathogen
Men wanna Battle Him
Women Wanna Stratle him
Christians tell him Raps a sin
They all acting like a pathogen
I Was born with manicore horns
Scorpion Stinging With A lions Roar
Never Seen more Force
You of Course met me, the rap lord
I'd record til my vocal cords tore
And my voice got hoarse
Then look at the producer and say
Just four tries more por favor!
Leave em saying
I coulda swore the floor wasn't coming closer before
Leave em praying
I don't come strapped to answer the door
I think earlier in the track he swore?
Wow he really came with the hardcore
I'm loving my stuff works getting paid
I'm ducking the Punches Protecting my face
I'm running from something, this isn't a race
I'm funding the dumping of nuclear waste
On the face of the earth with a smirk on face
Content with destruction not changing my ways
Taste and lust for blood search for anarchy with haste
Earth will be Gone with no trace spinning time bomb in space
I Swear Their Coach Does Coke, i Mean Angel Dust
My Crew Is Evil But The Church They wanna strangle us
But If You Can't see Both Sides then Change your Angle up
Bitch Please, That's Rich See My clip Can Spit A Swift Breeze
Of Sixteen caps and quickly make you Swiss Cheese
This Beat can make you mince meat and give thicc queens
Sick knees, maybe I'm Hungry let's Switch Speeds crispy
I mean Crisply
I'm simply wimpy and want your misery, give me
Your Just a Future mystery meant to be left in history, sissy
Chill on the couch, Lionel Richie pimped out like fifty
I play Russian Roulette When I'm bored I get risky, let's see Where it gets me
I'm That psycho dude, nuke that might go boom
My Gat and rifle shoot. choose see if you like to move
Tip my hat like mj move backwards moonwalk on a typerope to show I'm better than you
Feel like Nasa the way That I rock it
Don't Worry Girl It's Just A Glock in my pocket
Step To me Feel like I ought to cock it
Make you pussy out and leave you cockless
The thotties bodies on me want me
I get more brain then a hundred hungry zombies
I wear Designer used to wear acrombe
Stay away from my posse we all carry tommies
Men wanna Battle Him
Women Wanna Stratle him
Christians tell him Raps a sin
They all acting like a pathogen
Men wanna Battle Him
Women Wanna Stratle him
Christians tell him Raps a sin
They all acting like a pathogen
I Was born with manicore horns
Scorpion Stinging With A lions Roar
Never Seen more Force
You of Course met me, the rap lord
I'd record til my vocal cords tore
And my voice got hoarse
Then look at the producer and say
Just four tries more por favor!
Leave em saying
I coulda swore the floor wasn't coming closer before
Leave em praying
I don't come strapped to answer the door
I think earlier in the track he swore?
Wow he really came with the hardcore
I'm loving my stuff works getting paid
I'm ducking the Punches Protecting my face
I'm running from something, this isn't a race
I'm funding the dumping of nuclear waste
On the face of the earth with a smirk on face
Content with destruction not changing my ways
Taste and lust for blood search for anarchy with haste
Earth will be Gone with no trace spinning time bomb in space
( Curly Fry: The Kamikaze Kid )
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