Lyrics

Another nail in the coffin, often It's when I'm kicking him in the braille Talking about I'm gonna make him pay the bills While my whole squills I can get him dead and die, sack Pet a leg, tattoo president, self-evident Troop your respect, yo, ain't All that good stuff And once you got the studio to know, I'm gonna call your bluff My call blocks it just without a picking girl dead Where's my hoodie, where's my hoodie, where's my honey, yeah No matter what I do, I can never see him, if I'm the right one Ticking to my whole kind, I was therе to find a white one Two, three, four Trying to buy my own board Outta my mind, that's why I gotta write it, don't bе right for you I don't be right for me, too Or what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what you gonna do Respect this too, respect this dude The malls like the J. B. 's is coming on through Took to the battlefield around the list, that's self-prod-a Another box of nails under cover Nine inches scratching down my back, I'm up behind, like feline I know I'm gonna get my soul stopping Tears by my dropping But if you ring the sun, they think I know I'm gonna top it with some nuts and some semen [?] upper p-man So touching on my stomach, don't you know I have to pee, man Yeah, you say no joke You say no challenge Time to see your album Hey, better be yourself I ride around 2:29 Put some free kicks, rap time, ready to go I got no time, pick a word I said Is my being a hit much worse? He's just another nail in a coffin in a hurse Rhythms, rhythms, rhythms (x2) Just another nail in a coffin Tap, tap, tap, hitin' half of the nail We're been over time building a box With the bus where we're gonna eat my time, yeah I'm only 20, check But if I was the bus away, you better make a fat bet That Benyard's got my back Get mine like a lumberjack God, I make a dis of it, if I need a call from (bloody Mac!) [?] And I'm calling them all, a carman gets me in the holes Clipping up the negative nails, where (the balls!) The sack, the scrotum I turn them down and told them, don't be looking through my stuff I sleep at three hearts open wide Tell me what's the reason you wish I'd die ...till I'm dead I'm hitin' all the nails on the head because I'm fat I'm hitin' all the nails on the head till I'm dead I'm hitin' all the nails on the head because I'm fat I'm hitin' all the nails on the head Wasn't the straw, was the contractor who broke the camera's back Fun A fact that's time to try and take another crack at me Chill, sit down, relax and have another cup of tea Yo, what's up with this? If you're a graph B And what's up with that? If you're a graph C, oh fuck it I can't afford a fee cause ya...