Lyrics

In the eye You know I'm watching On the sideline like robin I told them let me get the hostages They told me batman runs Gotham But I'm rockwood I don't do options Either my way or the highway in your dodson Tried running but i caught them Lit a match in the gas tank When they wasn't watching Now there dead And i feel no sympathy for those humans I got the last laugh in This is what happens When everybody directing and ain't no fucking acting Too many thieves not enough police Got a million Scott Halls and no wallstreets I make my own rules motherfuck these streets So u kill my cousin I'm gonna fuck your niecе Pussy play pussy and get fucked I play pussy like pussy gеt nut And kick pussy out the house like what I don't give one single shit Bout any other human ain't in my click Caught a white dude going down-the strip Thats for slavery bitch Cause we don't believe in your greek philoso Fiends got me in debt with hostiles 25 cent coupons from costco Welfare checks on deck whadup though? Rich kids brag cause they ain't got to Worry about rent or the loans from car notes I wish i was dead but i can't afford to Bury myself cause that coffin cost you So fuck out my face with that gospel They lied anything ain't possible Tell Mom to pay my rent And i swear on her son I'll survive on twinkie's and popsicles Sex ain't nothing if you can't fit in my ride Sex ain't nothing if you can't fit in my ride Sex ain't nothing if you can't fit in my ride Sex ain't nothing if you can't fit in my ride Oh mama i want that stripper To meet in the morning Take me out the dawning Oh Oh baby i want to tip her No What u cacs know about EBTS and VCRS in 03 I met a bitch and told her fuck me on the lowkey I stuck her up and gave my mama all the proceeds Cause you don't want it with me white girl I'ma take you down through there Shit you never knew there Everybody wants to be black Until they get that one ticket And then they never come back Well thats kool I'm going to the gym in the summer time Stealing all the weights and throwing them at the stop signs These white kids don't want that harsh life They said what you wanna be human I said posh spice 5 years there looking for a remedy Gave me one shot like the driver did Kennedy I'm Al Snow with a stripper pole Now take a look up in the sky a pale horse behold