Yo, havnt ya heard? Kids got the lyrics that but bitches in tha dirt
Havnt ya heard? player status lookin up yo sisters skirt
Oh yes its another kaos classic
layin cats in their graves
Paper? or Plastic?
Come strapped if ya wanna battle, I got the verbal aggresion
The kinda shit ya wanna stay back at arms length
Any closer and I might just leave ya mind blank
Got money on my mind, fuckin a fine bitch from behind
Stagger like a Alcoholic at 1 AM
Get to my bathroom lookin in the mirror trying to see who I am
Finally decide its all good I got insurance
Smoke too much Weed its takin away from my endurance
But I cant stop feelin so good, high as a kite dick as hard as wood
This shit comes as easy as hooked on phonics
I dont write songs bitch, I write sonnets
Got no worries bout you people cause ya words dont mean shit
So go back to your mommy and suck on her tit
Youngin, come and say what ya like
The fact of the matter is, I gotta car and you still ridin a bike
And I can do this shit for hours a day
Sittin back smokin a blunt and enjoying the Bay
And if yall cant see the freedom in that then ya must be blind like the dude on tha corna
Gatta stop slangin yo cause I think he´s a cop informa
This shit I like to call the basics cause its random at times but still shows some expression
Now let the nerds come and hate, So I can reply to regulate
Got not fear cause most of yall still watch Burt And Earnie
Remeber, sticks and stones may break my bones
But yo words will never hurt me.
Havnt ya heard? player status lookin up yo sisters skirt
Oh yes its another kaos classic
layin cats in their graves
Paper? or Plastic?
Come strapped if ya wanna battle, I got the verbal aggresion
The kinda shit ya wanna stay back at arms length
Any closer and I might just leave ya mind blank
Got money on my mind, fuckin a fine bitch from behind
Stagger like a Alcoholic at 1 AM
Get to my bathroom lookin in the mirror trying to see who I am
Finally decide its all good I got insurance
Smoke too much Weed its takin away from my endurance
But I cant stop feelin so good, high as a kite dick as hard as wood
This shit comes as easy as hooked on phonics
I dont write songs bitch, I write sonnets
Got no worries bout you people cause ya words dont mean shit
So go back to your mommy and suck on her tit
Youngin, come and say what ya like
The fact of the matter is, I gotta car and you still ridin a bike
And I can do this shit for hours a day
Sittin back smokin a blunt and enjoying the Bay
And if yall cant see the freedom in that then ya must be blind like the dude on tha corna
Gatta stop slangin yo cause I think he´s a cop informa
This shit I like to call the basics cause its random at times but still shows some expression
Now let the nerds come and hate, So I can reply to regulate
Got not fear cause most of yall still watch Burt And Earnie
Remeber, sticks and stones may break my bones
But yo words will never hurt me.
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