Little Engine
(专辑: Music To Be Murdered By - 2020)
I
trust that everyone is enjoying the
music As the
title of the
album suggests This was meant for your listening pleasure While you are being done in Call this evil intent, like me in a
limo (Yeah) Like the
shade in these windows Smoke gray, ladies go mental But no way they can see in though (Nah) OJ blade is a
pencil (Yeah) Propane taking my cranium Code-name Titanium Temple I
almost swallowed my car I
call my Mercedes a
Benzo Bitch, I
ball like a
baby Ball like J, but not Jay as in Jay-Z, J
as in Leno 'Cause I
got a
huge mansion No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon Too scandalous, Sue Atkins The
kinda crazy you can't fix I'm still the
one that your parents hate I'm in your house eating carrot-cake While I
sit there and wait and I
marinate I'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a
scary fate And come home to find yourself staring straight into a
fucking barrel like Sharon Tate Raise the
concerto while I
narrate Yeah, you be on the
straight and narrow like a
fucking arrow shape I
be on a
higher plane in aerospace With so much leg-room and air space on this airplane Unlike you 'cause you're on a
flight too, but it's a
staircase Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go I'm losing control Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe Overd-d-dose Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the
en-endo Like a
win-window Little engine gone, little engine I
am the
top-selling, who cares? Stop dwelling, then stop yelling I'm not yelling, you're yelling Smart aleck, goddammit Fuck is that? Stop hammering (Goddamn) That's what it sounds like in my brain Much as I
fight to restrain I
have the
right to remain violent Any rhyme that I
say can and will be used against you Icicle veins, mics will get slain Life it will strangle you with bicycle chain You're gonna have to come identify the
remains Wait, what? I
said my head is twisted like a
bread tie (Yup) Can't get a
fucking word in, edgewise (Shut up) Success overnight like a
red-eye (Bitch) Dressed like a
Jedi at a
Best Buy on the
Westside I'm hot dog, no you're not, I'm the
guy with the
Oscar at Meijers In appliances by the
washers and dryers Chick ran up like, "Marshall on fire" I
looked down and said, "No, I'm not, you're a
liar" She said, "No, your music" Heard you're back with the
Doctor and I
heard Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go I'm losing control Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe Overd-d-dose Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the
en-endo Like a
win-window Little engine gone, little engine Dr. Dre (Psycho) Psycho, killer Michael (Michael), Thriller (Thriller), my flow, apeshit I
Go-rilla My flow (My flow), still a
psycho (Psycho), killer (Killer) (Nitro) Hi ho, Silva Similes and idioms giddy up I
think I
can, I
think I
can I
know I
can, psycho I
am Michael, my knife go right hand In my left hand, I
hold mic stand Little engine gone Ch-ch-chill like I
d-d-do z-z-zilch (Yeah) Like Kaepernick, I
got n-n-kneel, word to Goodwill-will This must be how being hoodrich feels Was a
ghetto boy, now I
ball out like Bushwick Bill (Hi ho) Finna take you out like an outro Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out ho Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo Balboa with a
scalpel Scoundrel hound with a
mouth full of Alpo Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go I'm losing control Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe Overd-d-dose Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the
en-endo Like a
win-window Little engine gone, little engine Gone