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Da 5'9":] I see different day sick language You a game, I'm a game of Russian Pain and Kurk mixed with Bane Drenched in purple And I rearrange your prints, cut ya off 'em to your sons, kindergarten class In a Martin glass attached sayin Billy, call your dad Signed sincerely, he caught it bad He could not doubt you The alcoholic me in a coma you sweep The you, see murder, my style true Basquiat, shoe Our guns coming out if we not shooting Yours? Yours is out with Detox 2 we shot, woo, we shock Which one of y'all niggas wanna box the Cobra? I'll mop ya team I'm not stoppin' till they me in a box in a mausoleum Sayin': "here lies an artist with an broader than Joselyn's shoulders" Hip hop played with the flow, to poem The to go in, favor Patrone Maybe record a poem with Oprah and it back for Raven Simone niggas! (later niggas) I got a on Queen Latifah cause I had a dream We gotta fuck on without the love I'm wyling on drugs just me and my team and an obscene amount of girls You can eat our dust, we playing ring the world
I said you know, we are Some crazy (I see people) And plus, we know (I-I-I see people) we are (I, I-I, I see dead people) Some crazy (I, I-I see people)
I:] Yea, I see 'em too with my sense They prowling while I'm browsing through housing With the authority to do you you in 8 sections like fixed rent While your bitch bent extending my dick's lift Doggystyle literally she make my cock expand yo And you barking up the wrong again Nothing's three-dimensional, plain of existence The only role the human being can see me in My lean, psychiatrics right these raps getting ghost-written By somebody residing inside of my psyche's attic rap shit that the coke get in Or it be acid, constipation No and it might be magic, that's it! Speaking of All I need is a of the Magnums and a thick snow bunny to pull off the illest rabbit in hat trick I'm throwing verbals at you before my slapped you Hey, what I heard If you anti-snitch it can bring down even the greatest person, true? I so, go ask Joe Paterno statue, uh (Crazy nigga!) The looping, I sit in a mental institution With loose in my temple, sending you simpleton delusions your views with simple distribution The lyrics I'm using to you
[Joell crazy man, I ain't crazy man, tell them Swayze man They I'm nuts like a squirrel baby hands Patting the ground, burying my ex-girl's new man's testicle Next to two stands, shady fans Starting to rescue range of Anadelle painted tans But that ain't the case man, I'm just tryna save fans from the same damn and 80 grams 3-80 blam bars while I wipe my Ray Ban's sunny cause can't mummy I mean rap, y'all get the like E.T. back in the 80's So ease back when Ortiz rap, the Navy, Air Force, Army in my reese pack Then an ABC operative robot by the fans who feel ya'll so not that I'll so scream yaowa when your show start Will you cowards, firin' rounds from high power go karts your entire town's in a shower and the soap drops Fuck! Like the last nut who sucked my pop Cause I'm charming and felt like King Kong's arm and I pulled twice Antibiotics, my is sick Recite The Bible on the toilet my God I'm the shit Grab my and it skips All you hear is the house sittin' on Amityville couch sayin' Michael you a bitch see See? Pumping thorozine, I can't see Sido, e-mail from scenes, see C dog Thought I see red like C.C. Sabathia's scum track Maybe it's a whole of dead people
[Joe Wonder why he different these boys My temperament's annoyed, Sigmund Belligerent on Ritalin and don't Look for a reason, all sentiment is Oh and pencil when I'm coy when I enter and Watch the tape slow mo and took the stand, blam my left hand, spit on the Bible as I approached Then grabbed the mic screamed over for you roaches We can this only thing that make me crazy, they can't figure out a motive See I'm bipolar, you minimalize my mental the track enterprises if I've been inside it My eyes flashes tenderized My will arise If God put my sins aside I I'll start genocide My funeral should look like a general Dog's there, let the inside And say he insane though Me, I'd agree with claim though Peep my angle, but some would say he is an Never gave a fuck, druggin' way too many in my of serenity it, How can man be here the same boat Ain't no chokes read Fantasia with the written Peeing, fleeing, the clothes It's 2012, Lou Ferigno, just blow in a fish bowl Headed to hell, in crisco And walk your eclipse, show me where it is You have eaten, into Al Green with a phobia of grits I know dudes never took the fall for they body Skipped childhood perhaps afford an Atari Record the homie, call Ferrari, try to mawl the Paul McCartney You mighta thought out awkwardly Not neurotic, perpetual And homeboy ain't saliva, it's last week's Molly residue That I carry is heavy So whoever said that's a hard pill to must never met me My new nickname's "Approach Caution" Owe me money, I resurrect if you approach coffin my kindness for weakness it would be your last error Wrote my thin line between and hate and mascara Give me gasoline, pliers, cleaver forget the wrench More oil on his tongue, easier to get him Slaughterhouse fuck, leaves you, you get the hint Basement full of insides, freezer full of Let that be a if you eager to getting rich Gut you niggas whole you Febreeze to rid the stench devoured, work magic with a weapon And I'm as as D Howard you bleed coward Be certain if you see a guy lurking your blinds and curtains It's Tyler Durden, and verbal, can't merge and emerge as if just artificial insemination Only here for revenge to him it's just ventilation Pissed off and annoyed he was in incineration By a virgin menstuating as a nurse continue Truman Show his whole life, watch the And that's one way of fuckin' the world, no know what to make of you The six sense is equal in life form but way than unbreakable
The game of the super group is changed right now, my nigga gang, that's right pops, let me talk my shit before we go off Alright pops I guess that's shit talking Ya'know I mean Y'all know,