BMF
(专辑: We Smoked It All 2 - 2011)
Unhhhhhh It's like sounding like I
just had a
stroke Unhhhh (We smoked it all!) They think I'm Slim Shady, Asher Roth Keep judging, Hasslehoff I
hang with trees, McIntosh I
made another track, you were jacking off They think I'm Slim Shady, Asher Roth Keep judging, Hasslehoff I
hang with trees, McIntosh I
made another track, you were jacking off No tard on the
mic, go hard, boner-like make tracks that you get mad at Smiling, making hits like domestic violence, where the
motherfucking stepdads at? Right here if you're where I'm from, we never wanna do what our parents done Mine smoked weed, I
got a
pair of blunts so I
guess I'm a
hypocrite a
little bit drunk Bro go adjust to me, front for a
month then fucks with me I'm in a
whip with a
chick got drugs with me, and I
spit it and admit that publicly Ever quit that shit it'll be reluctantly, got a
list of the
villains that I
must defeat And my life just changed so abrupt-a-ly, but I'm alive and I'm twenty-five luckily Cause I'm Spose (Spose motherfucka), glorious Still doing work, laborious The
Audacity, fuck yes! I'm monumental, I'm statuesque They think I'm Slim Shady, Asher Roth Keep judging, Hasslehoff I
hang with trees, McIntosh I
made another track, you were jacking off They think I'm Slim Shady, Asher Roth Keep judging, Hasslehoff I
hang with trees, McIntosh I
made another track, you were jacking off MCs got beef like a
bistro, hate or relate to the
people Every time I
preach get my priest on, mics I'm a
beast on, Nissan whip it like Devo And I
don't sell kilos, and me on the
line's kinda like Ray Allen with the
free throws And I
don't do the
dougie or the
jerk when I
lurk on a
verse doing work, Home Depot Or Lowes (Lowes), Spose (Spose) Little bit of weed spitting trees where the
green grass grows (Grows) so (so) That's how I
think you are on the
mic, you blow (blow) oh (no) Got Nathan on my neck and wrist no (ho) mo (bro) go Keep jerking off to my pho-tos I'm awesome, fuckin sexcellent Your shit's week, excrement That kid Spose, gotta hand it to He still kills it, Van der Sloot