ITT: the first lyrics that come to mind when you think lf that album
>got burned once but that was only gonorrhea
ITT: the first lyrics that come to mind when you think lf that album
M.E.T.H.O.D MAAAN
BUT AS THE WORLD TURNED I LEARNED LIFE IS HELL, LIVING IN A WORLD NO DIFFERENT FROM A CELL
>I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald
What's that in your pants ah human feces!
ya best protect your neck
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side/staying alive was no jive
"GHOST.FACE.KILLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"-ODB
>Like Squidward and his clarinet
HERE I GO
DEEP TYPE FLOW
JACQUES COUSTEAU COULD NEVER GET THIS LOW
What's that in your pants? AHHH, human feces!
>Die young, gonna die young
>Someone stopped the fair...
BRING DA RUCKUS
DOING ALL THESE DRUGS IN HOPE OF ODING NEXT
TRIPLE XXX
I GOT YA
FUCK A FEMALE MC AND A POP ARTIST
PATS THE HEAD OF ANOTHER CURLY HEADED BOY
LOOK AT THESE HANDS
I'll fucking sew your asshole shut and just keep feeding you and feeding you and feeding you
BLUNT AFTER BLUNT AFTER BLUNT AFTER BLUNT
SUCKIN ON MY DING DONG
LETTING THE DAYS GO BY
...
AT THE PARTY WHEN I MOVE MY BODY
GOTTA GET UP AND BEEEEE SOMEBODDYYYYY
Here I go, deep type flow
Jacques Cousteau could never get this low
>You'll never hear me talk about
>One day getting out
>Why put a new address on the same old loneliness?