I am the provider with the spider and the Viking And on the typewriter I am divider of the titans Faster than a motorbike and brighter than a bolt of lightning Tight is when I hold the mic explode and show the world excitement Totally enlightened and walking on a different path When I hit a verse it's like a fucking car collision crash The rate of rebuilding my life it isn't fast (nah) I don't care how rich I get I'm never flying business class Put me in economy I don't care who you bunch of stars like it's astronomy and I am an anomaly The type of verses that I spit could be a real problem Ill goblin climbing up the hill hoblin Still squablin' Unidentified flying object They wondering what's inside my closet Little green Martians and sci fi projects A big furry monster with eyes like targets Carcass with a parka wearing a motorcycle helmet Help me I'm a psycho with a knife and mental illness Give me a gun I am troublesome Cause I'm quick to pop a rapper like he's bubble gum
I got drugs in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them Drugs in my pocket I got drugs in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket He put drugs in my pocket man, I thought that I was through with them Yeah, drugs in my pocket I got drugs in my pocket, I don't know what to do with them Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket
Got a red under my bed There's a little yellow man in my head I'm a bi-polar polar bear sipping up a polar fleece Drinking polar ice and pepsi cola on a coral reef Every lyric that I spit it's an oral feet Elbow on my knees head in hands thinking po-ro me I keep a strap tucked At least a sharp blade Cause kids be playing more games than an arcade And I am not afraid I will shoot you dead There's more snakes in this club than Medusa's head I'm still underground Call me tomb raider While I rap with iron jaws like moon raker You keep lying while you tell the kids your cool fables I'll chop your fucking head off and leave it on the pool table I'm not too stable I am off my rocker I'll lift you while making noises like I was chubacca I'm fucking dope Like I could cook the rock up He's a moonlocka and I'm down to knock his fucking block off So thank you Mr Ron Cavano My friends in jail for more keys than a grand piano When I say I'm hot that means that I'm too hot to handle If I will make it a rap to Willy Nelson I can rock a banjo
I got drugs in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket I got drugs in my pocket man, I don't know what to do with them Drugs in my pocket, I got drugs in my pocket He put drugs in my pocket man, I thought that I was through with them Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket I got drugs in my pocket, I don't know what to do with them Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket
I got a 38 special in the pocket of my hoodie While I shake my pill bottle see if I still got some goodies Give me a gun I am troublesome Quick to pop a fucking rapper like he's bubble gum I swear I'll stab him with a sharpened led pencil Cause rappers they got great big heads like Fred Flinstone I'm Michael Myers with a pair of pliers First I'll eat your eyes and then I'll set your hair on fire Now call me Jason with a hockey mask Mid-life crisis and I'm still a little cocky brat Eh I'm tired of all these copy cats
I need some help I've never felt this fucked Cause I had everything and then I had to self destruct Now I've got nothing but I swear that I am not complaining Signing out from Canada Van city where it's always raining.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
