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[Hook]
Somethin' sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving
Through the city with criminal stealth, welcome to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work, Golf is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche...psyche...

It was like that the whole time, we'll be alright
Stayin' up all night, but it's alright
I been stayin up the whole night, but it's alright
It's me and my nibbling conscience
Nigga I'm fixin' to give up
I've been alone for the longest
It's trouble, the way that we're joggin'
Nothin' gon' save us or stop us

Was always smart mouthed and quick witted
But something was always missing like six digits
Lucky seven, probably papa
Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
Things changed when I hassled back so
David hit the pavement with this grapple rap
Snapple ? and rather wack
While I am talking like I snap ?

Juicebox, tank top, tube socks, do stop
Forehead shiny like a new Glock
Two shots fired at the Excursion we were swervin in
All purpose verses with a passion for servin kids
Empty out your purses on a immature crime spree
Eyein up the nurses with some gloves that read "I squeeze"
Who the fuck said to speak Mr. Me-is-Siamese?
Even Christ said "Christ, he flows quite nicely"

[Intro]
I know everyone has their own fuckin' version of this
But no one did it, justice so.. here we go, uh

[Verse 1]
Tell your bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit

[Intro]
I know everyone has their own fuckin' version of this
But no one did it, justice so.. here we go, uh

[Verse 1]
Tell your bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit

Yo, I'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashin' while
Jackin' off to bufferin' vids of Asher Roth eatin' apple sauce
Send to Earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws
And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off
Twisted sicker than mad cattle infact I'm off
Six different liqours with a prince wig plastered on
Stop screamin' bitch, you shouldn't be that alarmed
When big lif is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

[Verse 1]
Gorgeous chrome-plated horse whip
Home-making paintings for poor quality porn flicks
Court adjourned and the verdict's still saucy
Sack swinging like Dub-D40 on a door hinge
Good lord, walk light like the floor slick
Look bored, hoard all mics in a force grip
Pro-abortion endorsing his own importance

[Intro]
Aw, nigga thought he killed me?
Alright, that's cool, we'll see

[Verse 1]
Strict top of the crop shit
Crushin' muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit
Dollar cents since shit, sense I ain't lost it

[Verse 1]
Ma said "Wake up son, good morning"
I rolled outta bed, greeted mama with a yawn then
Paused to scratch an itch and went, down to the kitchen
Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of OJ Simpson
Just as I was about to dig in
A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, shit
I payed my thoughts no attention

Uh, yup, yup, yup

Same one that I forgot to praise, still above me
One thing about it, I'ma beat 'em to the punches
Stumped all day, thinkin' mama, where the love went?
With every triplet of trips around the sun
Some of the sludge get thicker
I'm chippin' away at crust

Let's be honest cause truthfully
At the rate I'm moving, you gonna to have to get used to me
This sauce is the weakest, tang and my three step
Often rejected cause I reject the reject
Garage band flow needs no reasoning
Y'all niggas tasteless, beef no seasoning
C4's eating them proceed to the exit
Ends with a L-Y, starts with a S, yes

Mmh-mh, uh
Strong spirit where the body couldn't get asylum
The cost of living high, don't cross the picket line and get the virus
Wild cat has got 'em in a bind, stay inside
Know I came from out the thicket smilin'
Mad hatters cappin' every line, it doesn't matter to the ten of five
They start hackin' when they can't shrink us
I found the middle in a bit of balance

Welcome back to class, bitch
grab on to your glasses
oddfuture leavin even niggas in past tense
style is patent, the measures is drastic
either that or they full-force, some call them fantastic
she called me fantastic
I called her a fat bitch
still killed the pussy, put the cat in a casket

[Verse 1]
Ma said "Wake up son, good morning"
I rolled out of bed, greeted mama with a yawn then
Paused to scratch an itch and went, down to the kitchen
Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of OJ Simpson
Just as I was about to dig in
A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, shit
I paid my thoughts no attention