Wheel of Fortune

Del the Funky Homosapien - Rap, Bay Area Rap
Wheel of Fortune
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Duration: 2:56
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Del] Straight from the gate, I'm gassin' Dribblin', not from glasses Hackin', I'm not gon' pass Foul, get an elbow to match it Settle the racket, sit at the bottom and lay Just like the ship in a bottle, that's the model they face Never satisfied but that ain't my problem at all Next time you scream in my ear I'ma holla at y'all Funk Pippen, best thing is to follow the law Or swallow your jawbone and charge it to God (Yep) They done got me mad That's fine, they gon' find a home in each bar I have Fuck they demands, tell the hostages That's too much to give up, I don't want 'em then I'm calmer then, that's the stormy weather That's when I rain on you poor little ornery beggars Fisticuffs just ain't the move They too feeble, get a gun for safety use [Verse 2: Del] They off a little It's like trading a yacht for a box of Skittles It's not no riddle, I don't joke around Why, when it's so many jokers to go around? Choose one, new sons, who's dumb Actions get 'em slapped so tough they IQ grew some Funk Pippen the legendary Fuck treasure, X marks the spot where heads is buried The cemetery but without a body Detached just like a bat defiled by Ozzy I don't know why I put up with fools They feel they indestructible but self-combustible In other words, they the enemy within Get incinerated whenever they finna be a bitch They got something to say, then let it be known They got a bone to pick, I prefer breaking bones I know some kung-fu Tiger style, crane style, they gon' get pummeled Down, down, left, left punch That shit's fire all around, send 'em jettison Floatin' away — now where they go? Laser scope be sure to spot Waldo I bomb ho ass niggas and leave 'em scorchin' Grand prize, nothing, fuckin' with the Wheel of Fortune
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- Del the Funky Homosapien
- Amp Live