Oh Well

Lyrics
[Verse 1: EP] Hey yo, keep Terry Hatcher in the blackberry gatcher Bust a capillary plus her back is very fractured Dispatcher, spit a certain scary rap at her Hurting weary with the urinary catheter, yo Shorty tease him cause he sallow when he's nasty But shallow to appease him, when she sees the phalloplasty Who could out last thee, brightest in the hell hole With gingivitis and bursitis in the elbow You got it bruh, you're giving me agita Peep the inner logic of Dopp Semiotica A total mind fuck, with plenty of erotica Shit, for 9 bucks, shorty play the melodica A lot of ya' wanna type her with a code spell Player try to skype her, but the shit didn't bode well Eh, said its something bout the chode smell...., Act like he don't like her, but he's tighter and just so jeal [Hook: Matter ov Fact & EP] Yo, youse a righteous ass nigga, huh? Oh well Living trife ass nigga, huh? Oh well We're all going to hell in a hand basket Fantastic, shit is swell Yo, you living by the good book, nigga? Oh well Purse snatching ass crook, nigga? Oh well We're all going to hell in a hand basket Fantastic, shit is swell [Verse 2: Matter ov Fact] Hey yo, disguise as a landscaper with a yard trimmer At your local ATM planting debit card skimmers He celebrate the come-up, with a charred dinner Bout to cook these carnitas, kid Make sure you let the lard simmer When you're hope is shattered, now the shard glimmers The nigga known to grope a fatter mama and discard slimmers Aw, they parked in the 83 Saab And she still mistook his knob for a smart key fob Snob, you blame it on the cold maybe stress Both a nigga's stomach and his whip ain't got no ABS He got to pump the brake like a lactating lady's breast "You mind signing in you shady guest?" "yes" You mean the shorty with the bow vail And the painted skin cause she got no pinky toenails He took her to the double tree hotel For the free cookie, not the nookie nigga, oh well [Hook: Matter ov Fact & EP] Yo, youse a righteous ass nigga, huh? Oh well Living trife ass nigga, huh? Oh well We're all going to hell in a hand basket Fantastic, shit is swell Yo, you got some kids and a wife, nigga? Oh well You 'bout living the smang life, nigga? Oh well We're all going to hell in a hand basket Fantastic, shit is swell
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Credits
- Writers
- EP
- Matter ov Fact