(Uncle Lupe) Alright it's time to go to (Hey Lupe) (Can you please us a bedtime story?) Ugh, late man Okay, okay okay, check this out,
1] Cold killer, old gorilla Bold as a with the thickness Old as yellow gold in a Chevrolet with a shift The story goes his mother left him on a step First step was out the front door then the left Down the block to the spots the worst kept Thirty years later got a thirty [?] To shoot up the and scheme Plot, broken all to two rounds of scotch A pound means now and we too down to Say ya got enough for two thousand cops Military grade, these things shoot round the Shh threat, The dame will hang out like chains the neck He ever seen her before, her don't connect No, so it on the low, go [?] by the arm Looks right into the eyes cause be the charms Sheba, Tut [?] Khalifa Tied to a getting burned by [?] [?] dressed up to run clubs in the [?] The room smells like fresh made tortillas He the tattoos of real big [?] [?] brother known for bad news when his rules Are you familiar the shell of the cashews? As he holds the up to the light bulb White girls into [?], he stands up to the window and jumps Aim for the pool... The impact from that almost him in half Voice from the past asks did he enjoy the Laughs his arm in a cast, hold up
Never what it seems, everybody wanna be On the of a magazine want big things Everybody want big Everybody want bling Everybody be the king bling Everybody Everybody wanna big In the of kings and pyramid schemes It's never what it seems, wanna be seen On the cover of a wanna sip lean Everybody want a big Everybody want bling Everybody C.R.E.A.M Everybody wanna a team Everybody be the king want a big scheme in the land of pyramid schemes
2] As he tried to do the math Smearcom the fed The contract states from here upon dead The at the bar is an underworld star Settling on [?] north Zanzibar Your on the list, kitsch A hundred million dollars worth of high grade Tuna, Tokyo cartels biggest consumer A rumor bout a schooner off the coast of They say you slit the throat of a known Kahuna Then torched the boat and fled into the hated more than a Kahlua pig at a Jumu'ah They want your head on a platter, not right now but I got you a .45 and a tuner Wait, wait never been to Costa Rica And then it all comes Just as Smearcom falls with a ninja in his head like Then they enter the room I grabbed a .45, the stars resume I catch them in the [?] and answer them with a blast, Three more shots for good exit is another window, pfft whatever Short to the roof of the car I get in left arm, covered in ninja stars Then a zero to a hundred real quick around the car for something else to kill with Lamborghini headlights in the view These Parisian streets not to veer through Especially with just one I let go to shoot back but the gun Mitsubishi not to outrun Lambs So gaining Heavy Rear view explodes from aiming Arm paining, draining, pains for the Louvre Drive right through the pyramid with dope moves A little from the landing Driving through the Louvre in a rally car great handling Was at the Mona Stop the car right in front of [?] a breather play on the radio, voice from the speaker Says get to Belgrade and take an ad out in the Politika They says for a good time call this Ecuador slash Venezuelan Next day at the airport by a greeter who looks Corsican but Greeker A little older wearing Michael Jordan But I the leader 1995 S Class, in the back seat is a dead man who's car I just Smearcom's alive, audience now wonders how survived Let alone not be hurt, he taps a metal plate in his head from his Afhganistan What Visine for red retinas, what else would you expect head [?] Ex-lecturer, at [?], the too secular So now I'm hecker-lers, everywhere Now on the team, so everybody's down for the scheme
1] (The final in the incredible [?] saga) (Smearcom's back!)
3] Now it's to finish this, getting too late for international syndicates To which the driver reveals his This won't end well, he pulls out a gun and says (Damn you all to hell!)
2] (Wait, what happened? Uncle what's going on?) Go to (But happened? I don't understand) (Please the story please) over You asked for a I gave you one Take it, take it (This is the worst bedtime ever) Bye
4] [?] saga, Smearcom is You really that he would go out like that? They're attack, MAC under the back...
3] I'm just playing, really over Hope you all it, man Its the end of the Thank man Pharaoh Height two thirty, to DJ BUSY You how we do Uhh Uhh hah
Scott up Wait you thought I couldn't do this no more, Bogglin'