solioquy
Singer:isaiah rashad
i left my daddy round '97
couldn't hit the grind but making babies
smoking bouquet cop it from my niggas pushing daisies
push a nigga buttons like a program
i been on the jager for a day-ger watch me slow dance
tough as conan this the art of barbarian
i got four white girls all aryan
i wonder what their daddy think fuck 'em
i ain't your everyday normal brother
she savin' children by the low and guzzle
and i'm finessing like i'm timmy duncan
don't you put me on freshman covers
think they worthy of presence presently passing 'em up
no competing with bleachers jogging i'm running a muck
i fuck around and need a street sweeper
leave the bodies on the cul-de-sac
follow me the cult is back
sippin' on that cognac and that jim jones
watching movies like damn that vince vaughn is a funny cat
fred claus and the kelly up in your closet
ciggys just make me nauseous
wonder how the fuck you let a nigga make you cautious
but you jamming out to fucking marilyn and ozzy shit
ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams
killer like your neighbour
i'm as nice everybody seems
we just breaking bad and my brother serving walter white
hope he ain't caught with that possession like a poltergeist
where the priests at? why we gotta lease that?
why we can't own that? all these fed loaners
ain't no forewarning came bombing and i'm just vietnam
if you gon' be trippin' like a bitch