TOO MUCH / EMPLOY ME

Lyrics
How can I relax when I haven't written my best bars yet? When I haven't stacked enough parmesan yet? When I haven't gotten out the mud yet? Made from a different cloth, I gotta ball With my dick wrapped in exotic fabric drawers In a court where you could see the sunset It's a long way there but these boots are made for walkin' Just know you gonna stay where u at with all that shit you talkin' From the looks of it I can tell you ain't got talent I write, direct, produce and film this little life I'm stuck in A man of many skills, yeah, but I've mastered nothing Superficial powers got me thinking that I'm winning in this function (Going once, going twice) Pardon me but I gotta leave this auction How many times have I bid? I've lost count I need an accountant I need a closed amount to spend higher than a mountain I need an amount so big that looks like I can dial it Ring ring, money calling, so my phone could never be in silence Homie I'm so broke, I scrape my plate until it's shining Squeaky clean, that's how I'm tryna leave the thing in between Your legs, I gotta stop chasing pussy and focus on the bread But lust is a must when it comes to the seven deadly sins Temptations all around me, I can see the devil grin In the corner, waiting for a slip up or a chink in my aura This beat is evil mean who opened up the box of Pandora Switch the genre this ain't sci-fi homie, this is horror Yeah change the beat man, change the beat Oh yeah this is more like it man, this is, this is a lot more like it Homie, please employ me Homie, please employ me Homie, please employ me Homie, please employ me
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- Hound Dog