Who’s Next

Take ya to school learn bout goody the fool king ginger jumps in, whoop ass, distributin news then the red Ronin came along new Put things in into view, vengeance money, karma’s tender that crimson buck now the whole enterprise packed in her ruck know her name that siren riding dirty Lady Luck, she don’t say much but shes there no matter what early keepin things half full in the cup. lookin forward now the whole team set up the GREATNESS baby erupts, gold medal spot top the charts here we come.

Crowns tilted clear vision watch the peckin’ order flex Luck ridin shotgun in white lightnin no regrets, Gold tongue bars fire charts Eagle rise to the crest, We don’t knock knock we ram the door we kick right thru the chest, Lights up, attention locked whole set is perplexed, Line forms at the gallows reaper shoutin who’s next

None of em left to make noise got no class or poise all alone bet or bring in the whole set No real players to fret just goofy little boys in some lifted up toys None of them want it with the ginger givin No thumbs just middle fingers with hands round their neck like Christmas bells we’ll ring em pricks ain’t worth the carols singing food at the feast of Stephen even tho ‘tis’ the season just lowlifes not even worth the oxygen we’re breathin.

All the time we grinnin buildin layers up and winnin cash lasagna of your motherfuckin city 15 minutes up that’s why we hit em with the lines so witty No more pop hits panderin we ain’t feelin and that music calls into the night who is the best and we’re miles out of sight above the rest no Loco motive right now just the havoc express mess keep your eyes forward cause to the back it’s a mess All the remains of those that bitch thought they would take on karma but weren’t ready for this goody in full reaper mode explodes from the abyss.

Crowns tilted clear vision watch the peckin’ order flex, Luck ridin shotgun in white lightnin no regrets, Gold tongue bars fire charts Eagle rise to the crest, We don’t knock knock we ram the door we kick right thru the chest, Lights up, attention locked whole set is perplexed, Line forms at the gallows reaper shoutin who’s next?

Soul snatchin kickin ass breakin bad goated cracked losin track now we back on the attack for a split second lacked door was cracked caught shade got mad throw it back now preach the mass Reverend Goody on the pulpit spit the facts and the sermons and lore these the moments he kills For these the ones he was built for these are exactly why he was born that day walkin night stalkin rim rockin bottle poppin mic dropping head noddin never stoppin always on it karmas constant deadly roster ghostly monster

Crowns tilted clear vision goody on a mission give the fans what they want rid the game of those who front if you’re mad that’s cause it’s you and the shitty music that you spew no real lyrics auto tune lackin talent smarts an soon Wrecked left for dead on the track hear that sound wait what’s that

Goody Life…toot toot, TGB!