Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac. Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em. Girl, shake that body. . Whoa, what do we have here?. People wanna know how we could be that weird.
It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows. Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo. Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono. Rapping head honcho, rocking shows like I was Bono.
Quack, quack. . I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, watching Worldstar. Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car. You ain't a rapper, my homies never heard y'all.
Take me to euphoria according to the story of a warrior. Picturing my visions as you look inside my cornea. . I've been waiting so long. To get into her view by my side (to tell you I love you).
People worship these idols 'til they come in contact with Gods. Hoes is all my disciples, you get mind fucked with these broads. Life is just a recital, better remember all that you practice.
Hallelujah, thank God I have a future. Prayin' I don't waste it gettin' faded. Cause I'm smoking , till I'm coughin' up tar. Through the surge, energy curve like a lumbar.
Hallelujah, thank God I have a future. Prayin' I don't waste it gettin' faded. Cause I'm smoking , till I'm coughin' up tar. Through the surge, energy curve like a lumbar.
Passport, filling it up with stamps. Set a camp up on my land, swam the rivers of Japan. She keep on asking for a rack so I ran. Looking back, like you can't see who I am.
Might as wellduce. This is madness!. This is an outrage. As a matter of fact, this is outrageous. . Yeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon Cryer. Rough rider, raw bust inside a vagina.