Steve
@ktrain
Columbia, MO USA
Joined Jan 1, 2005
The change over’s in affect…
Like a crazy person up in jail/ Always tryna make my bail/ They neva let me out my cell/ Wit all these stories that I tell/ Always tryna pull my card/ Piggy thinkin that he hard/ Now he thinkin that he smart/ I’ll see ya on the boulevard/ So put me in my solitary/ Guarantee you all get buried/ Makin visits to ya cemetery// Ain’t it scary?/ Oh yes, it is/ When a couple of months, I’m posted right up in ya crib/ Givin liquor to ya kids/ Then put back in corrections, for the same old shit/ Cuz a fake-ho-snitch/ Couldn’t keep his mouth shut/ Now I gotta kill him…/ Whatcha sayin now, slut?// Not a word/ It’s not absurd how I do it/ It’s the normally sadistic shit I do… a lot of tape and flammable fluid/ The way you handle it’s stupid/ I put some brain in ya mucus/ Rather mucus in ya brain/ If you could turn back time, I’d still do it the same way/ So you need to make way for another mayday/ Off the charts wit my collision, never hear a nay-say/ They just say play/ aye bay-bay’s out/ Another club banger for the ones who’s… in… doubt//
You can’t/ Stop me/ You can’t/ Stop me/ You won’t/ Stop me/ You won’t/ Stop me/
Off the roof wit a mothafuckin boom!/ Off the roof wit a mothafuckin boom!/ (Lemme hear ya now!)
Off the roof wit a mothafuckin boom!/ Off the roof wit a mothafuckin boom!/ (Here it is!)
Have you ever heard of a murdera who can take the half or a third of a word and just categorize it/ Have you ever seen a dominion take the opinion of a West Virginian and keep strategizin/ Not me, mothafucka, when I get it crackin/ Brought me anotha lova, and I'm livin', mackin'/ On the hoes, on ya videos, I'm a lyrical miracle/ Fear me, though, I seem to be sitiracle; spritual/ Emcees, on a tank that's empty/ Mothafuckas tempt me/ No, I'm not Fifty/ If ya gonna place me in a place to be racey/ Say fuck Shady, you can play me like Jay-Z/ Ninety nine problems I don't have one to solve/ Bitches keep sprayin like it's aerosol/ Keep goin' round and round on a carousel/ I might as well, shit, I'm mad as hell/ Listenin' to the bitchin' and it's itchin' at my skull/ Finishin', deminishin', right afta the show/ Keep it backin', I ain't lackin', I'll putcha on the floor/ Oh, you didn't know/ You as bad as a ho/ Pick up a phone, hit the pad three times/ Turn around, say you the man, wit ya weak rhymes/ I never come whack, believe I come back and spit it like magma/ Get the team in the room, there's another nasty disasta/ Fuck, I'm no actor/ But I come badder/ Than anybody claimin' they sweatin me/ Shut you the fuck up when I roll back wit a barretta, G/
Off the roof wit a mothafuckin boom!/ Off the roof wit a mothafuckin boom!/ (Lemme hear ya now!)
Off the roof wit a mothafuckin boom!/ Off the roof wit a mothafuckin boom!/ (Here it is!)
You can’t/ Stop me/ You can’t/ Stop me/ You won’t/ Stop me/ You won’t/ Stop me/
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