I'm genocidal on this 22, I'm Rwanda I'm a dude both Hutus and Tutsis are not fond of Lazy for days, work nights, Mary Jane Fonder You're in a line-up doing lines, while I do the Conga Want beef, burger flipper, get devoured like food I'm a retarded evil genius, using powers for good A sip of brew when I wake up, then a Xanax at noon I'm on some Drizzy Drake shit, singing out of the blue Means I sing in the rain So goddamn it, Sam, play it, Frank, sing it again When I was 17 I used to pour my seed down the drain Creating sewage monsters, sorry Dufresne You'll never make it through the damn canal See I'm the fucking Heisenberg, and you brats a Hal Your style is foul and a tad banal I am a walking mystery, call me a femme fatale The good and evil in me cancel out A rough gentleman, I come into a damsel's mouth I'm dangerous like sitting down in Chris Hansen's house The new thing on the radio, I'm throwing Lazlow out I'm checking in, sipping gin, plenty brew and plenty doubt I gotta finish cause it's 22, I'm checking out
Gotta go back, man, fuck a convention I vomit with all the stuff that you suckers mention Yeah, yeah, typical message: "no enough attention" Every rapper thinks he's Biggie, Slim, L, Hova and then some Throw me in jail, leave in a cell for nights I do not like your God's work. I'll go to hell with pride Don't understand me, not the motherfucking Mensa type? Your gun's heavy? Well my pencil's light. End of fightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
