You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay ‘em But you won’t take the sting out these words before I say ‘em Cause ain’t no way I’m let you stop me from causing mayhem When I say ‘em or do something I do it, I don’t give a damn What you think, I’m doing this for me, so f-ck the world Feed it beans, it’s gassed up, if a thinks its stopping me I’mma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly And all those who look down on me I’m tearing down your balcony No if ands or buts don’t try to ask him why or how can he From Infinite down to the last Relapse album he’s still sh*ttin, Whether he’s on salary, paid hourly Until he battles out or he sh*t just battles out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He’s married to the game, like a f*ck you for Christmas His gift is a curse, forget the earth he’s got the urge To pull his d*ck from the dirt and f*ck the whole Universe
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 05:07:56 +0000
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