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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Gerald Palmerin
Joseph Gerald Palmerin
Songwriter

Lyrics

I got the herbal remedy for enemies of friendly men
Selling ecstasy for seventy cents, they don't remember
Got energy at every event
I'll set fire to your stage, let's see if they remember me then
I'm chuggin' 40s with the homies in the back of a Cadillac
With the flat black in my knapsack
I blast back at wack rappers with fat tags
Was a sad sap now we got something to laugh at
Blat blat, these pussies could take a cat nap
Smack your girl upside her fat ass and make that back crack
I got them achey-breaky hearts up in a twist again
Rippin' pages straight up out your book and takin shits with them
Hell nah you stoop kids don't get your blunt back
Eventually you gonna pay like getting fronted dub sacks
I'll break the walls down and rip you outta county
'fuck on with all that shade and bullshit you talk about me
I was the young ruffian, runnin, writin' graffiti
As a kiddie used to squeeze between my baby sitter's chi-chis
Now when she sees me I just tell her take it easy
You can't get the D no more but you should still keep it greasey
Playin' doctor with the teacher's pet in 2nd grade
I punched a kid right in the gut for trying to take my lemonade
A young renegade, never been known to follow rules
If you were talking shit on me then after class, I'd follow you
A little Michael, I ain't talking 'bout the Jackson five
Sacrificing rats at night and praying it kept my cat alive
You can't survive? I'll bring your family right back to life
Take one look at the blackened sky and see if they go back outside
Breaker breaker we have another fanatic with the stamina
On the avenue with all the savages
Let me take a stab at ya, like Jeru The Damaja, you just ladies and bitches
Growing up was the bacteria that gave me the sickness
Written by: Joseph Gerald Palmerin
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