Theyve Spun around on me,
Remember dad ? I almost drowned Ronny ,
The sounds of the blood hounds that used to run pounds,
In a 2000 & one ,brown.....
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T-t-t-toyota Ta-ta-Rav-Foe runner, tundra...
If ive said it once ,
I'm obliged to be included,
To give your Lil pee-on mind ,
A free 33 ,ounce slurpee cup,
Take it to the pump,
The one up from the truck ,
Pop the clutch, watch your butts...
We will stock your nuts,
Inside carbon fiber fizer ,
Previous to this here shit,
You devious to bitch weird skitz,
Now i'm della-la-la-lusional ,
Right,right about no...
Not the time or place to act out of faith,
When in doubt ,dont shake,
Even when somehow this snake ,
Simultaneously, this shit was wild crazy see...
We can maybe keep,
The pace ,no sleep,
No places along the way to maybe pee,
Need i remind you every bleeding behind ,
The bread basket,
After every red flag script..ted , not as in Coppell,
The plots by the farma ...
Farmaaaaa...suit...suit...suit..tickle ..
Dont know how much you'll do,
Do to you...
You were my one in only,
My quick to pick you up to go blow me sometimes in the middle of nowhere, of the ocean,ive got a notion,im.saposing its cold there...
Its frozen and roads bare,
Lookin' like you sold ,
Sold your very soul there,
Now your souls where?
No,no...your cold stares,
Get the short hairs of my support chairs endorphed spare...
Tires maybe,baby...
There wasn't no fire up in the club...
Everybody get your booty Google goodie two shoes ,eatin' fruit loops ,
Tweekin the whole weekend ,and im keepin' my stinkin' freakin' mossolium ,have you monsters ever not just gone to jobs just...
Give it a few ..minutes is ,this the ending think,that's what's happening here...
I come in peace ,just to rap in it,
You trust a rap gimmick,
Thats bad image,
Dont start to act skittish,
Skit..skittish shit ,just a little bit ,
Some slack cut will grow up from the branches of the seed that romances with hoe ratchets that have been known to go inside stores and go snatch it..
Yo?.. go snatchers what ?..
You've colluded with lovers that you've been confused and under a deluse ,
Making me the one to choose ,
When it stung and bruised,
My lungs...i'm thru..getchya refunds at two..in the A.M.,
You're not paying me enough to not quit because you cant fire me ,I split...
This is for .y creepy blinders..
Say your goodbye words ,
Like your praying to the sky ,on the fly...lookin' skywards...
While supplies last,
Dont let gones be by gones from times past,,
FlatNasty
