[Verse 1: Milkavelli]
I say in advance that I'm taking a chance
No matter what I'm playing these cards
I'm just playing my part
It's easy like a play in the park, swinging
But I swing a switchblade in the dark, singing
Bumping witchblades in the car, missing
My little guy I hope you're okay where you are
It's free liqour cause I'm raising the bar (free drinks!)
But when I raise the stakes don't take it to heart
I'm a boy racer, but I crashed your girls car
I don't read the newspaper, I watch Worldstar
Charge what you want sir, include the surcharge
(ChaChing.... Run it up...)
Cause either or, I'm by the sea or the shore
Remote places you ain't been here before
Took my broad to the four seasons
Spent the season abroad
I got bored of having police at my door, (umm)
Will I let them in? (Nope)
Not by the hair on my chinny chin
I said thots 'imma share with my twinny twin twin
It's Friday I just want a twenty twin twin
Your girl was nice then she was a 2010 ten
But now it's 2020 and that ten will never be again
An that's a penny well spent
Used to be MD 2020
Now it's MD till I can't see 20:20
[Verse 2: Black Josh]
My bro ain't pulling over for a stop and check
They be tryna see your food your eyes are lobster red
I'll do you dirt for less don't try and stop my check
Gun got a laser like bobba fett's
I guess she wanted a baller but we ain't ain't Posh and Becks
Was at war with myself and now the opps are dead
I said it's, off with the head cause im off of my head
Leave you brown bread like chocolate spread
The city's burning and your trip can't put it out
I've been thinking lifes just a big fat joke like chubby brown
I keep my head up just to see the sun in the clouds
I keep my, foot on the neck
Wipe the blood off the Crep
White nights, colour them red
Night night, russian roulette
Bright light, rush to the head
My Ties, hundred percent
My guys, hundred and ten (ahh-aaahh!)
You so called goats looking sheepish
I pree'd it, from the original to the remix
Vicious, you man are all jokes, but thats deep shit
No teachers, nobody practices what they're preaching
Street kids, serving cats food like they're Felix
Eating, throwing up money pockets, bulimic
Beavis, if we butt heads it's gonna be grevious
Believe us, another atheist praying to Jesus
(Sweg... You get me)
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