Lyrics

Verse 1 I'm a A+ at being a failure Heaven sent me down to the earth will Hell words Sex on a cross right there where I nailed her Moses split the red sea but I will set sail first 40 ounce of steel reserve so you feel perturbed Everyone got things to say so now I'm getting disturbed Word? Ugh! Harry Potter and the Hogwarts I make a million off the art like I'm Brainwash Shhhh... (chorus) Think I think I got a hook? For your face and the blood yo look (smack!) Listen up bitches ,I want 50 bucks on her I ain't talking bout stitches I mean I'm talking bout stitches Dig it uncle scrooge money bin and the riches Im tupac gone fish in What? I'm tupac gone fishin! VERSE 2 I ain't rap bout things in space I rap about things like the lead front in ya face .(yeah) Hip Hop used to be so classic, nowadays too many kids is not getting they ass kicked Ha yeah took a lotta acid Ha yeah took a lot of mushrooms Inhale the dust fumes thought I was Chucky like,, Uh uh uh uh oh Tails from the crypt keeper Feel the ether when I spit it up Girlfriend grave im a dig it up And I don't really give two fucks, everyone else could die before they get a chance to live it up Flow is so, flow is so jersey But you can see me in a desert in Albequerque Slick like el gato My people hold knives like Juarez across El Paso (chorus) Think I think I got a hook? For your face and the blood yo look (smack!) Listen up bitches ,I want 50 bucks on her I ain't talking bout stitches (ok!) I mean I'm talking bout stitches Dig it uncle scrooge money bin and the riches Im Tupac gone fishin (what?) I'm Tupac gone fishin! Verse 3 Lee's motel party three chicks forgot a bible Kick two out, 3 am decision final Wake up 2 pm and she missing vitals Ambulance do the dance, I ain't talk dance recitals I ain't never had a fund for a fund to trust Tupac gone fishin' , slicing up the halibut Amphetamine dream scheme, never had a cut No money in my pocket? ha - damn that a suck Life gettin better not (not) Bait on the hook from a fiend on a block (block) Beggin for that food outside the coffee spot (spot) Crack laced not enough a chance with that fruity pebble rock Straight and narrow path only way from a crooked cop Stop go wait look it then I stop One more hit than my career I pop Kilo to a lot, ended up being something i'm not (chorus) Think I think I got a hook? For your face and the blood yo look Listen up bitches ,I want 50 bucks on her I ain't talking bout stitches (ok!) I mean I'm talking bout stitches Dig it uncle scrooge money bin and the riches Im Tupac gone fish in (what?) I'm Tupac gone fishin!