You wake and let's wait to start the morning process. I begin to spitting like vintage Pac, demented. Clap it in the dark, baby, never keep the lights on. You feeling blue too late. On each hand, whilst extending this shit.
She'd rather I lurkq. I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors. Are there any questions before we begin reading? But if one kid out of a hundred million.
Unless it makes an impact don't bother. And sometimes I rhyme and it sounds like I forget I'm a father, and I push it further. A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining. And jump your bones, you sexy motherf*cker. All that yip-yappin' and jaw-jackin'. And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this. So bring on the Giants Falcons and Miami Dolphins. Berserk lyrics by Bleed These Colours. I keep them feelings locked in a vault. You make elevator music. All 8 of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef. I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin.
That's all they say looking boy. I want a new life (start over). Quit acting salty, I was counting on you to count me out as Asher Roth. But I'm in somethin' I don't know how to get out of.
On the cable channel. About to explode all over the canvas. Call me crazy, but I had this vision. Mess and make the best of this situation, I guess. I would feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better). Aye, I'm feeling good, I'm feeling great. If you don't stop after they call you. Baby go to work baby go berserk lyrics. Like I reach my full potential, I peeked. But I got your mom deep throating. But as rude and indecent as all hell. Music into the picture and it become my new religion.
'Cos I'mma sock it to you. I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack. Never thinking about who what I said hurt, in what verse. Polow Tha Don, Drake, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame. I do love the key lime. Yo, it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya. The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar. Baby go to work baby go berserk lyrics collection. They wrote: "No, you've gotta be kidding me… This Love TV was announce on 5th may and guess what? Hold them bitches straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff. Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial. Get them titties cut off trying to mess with the cleaver. Lemme see that tootsie roll!