Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space I'ma sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy & Ma$e I'm more than ill Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill Human horror film, but with a lot funnier plot And people will fill me 'cause I'ma still be the mad rapper Whether I got money or not As long as I'm on pills and I got plenty of pot Ill be in a canoe paddling, making fun of your yacht But I would like an award For the best rapper to get 1 mic in The Source And a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might just end up back striking at Ford And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for? Everybody's pissing me off Even the No Limit tank looks like a middle finger sideways Flipping me off No wonder I'm a grave danger to my health Why else would I kill you and jump in the grave and bury myself? Share and Enjoy: Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
