Boogie Men (feat. Chill Bump & Illaman)

Greed has poisoned men's souls Has barricaded the world with hate Has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed Victims of the system that makes men torture And imprisoned innocent people We have lost the way First off older people direct to me Please don't speak rap or even try to leave me that pep CB Believe me you trash you she's in directioning Burst that Kanye's fortune that poke he need capacity I'd rather rip my dick off and have a dozen meal Than have to put up with a pussy choose paparapa's bill No I won't ask my fam to cut you cats a deal If you ask overhand and I might have to smack your grill Game is a slot with a couple of large assess I've gotta hung up like horse you made fuckin' with your rappers Suckers need more practice before you plunge in a small snack of smash Yeah like crushin' on meat or corn crushing Oh pompa oh that's from humping the floor actress Honey cause my back come covered in swollen scratches That forced the tongue of my boss come on applause glasses Smack, grab the money stash under the horse mattress Oy ye boys let's save 'is Yeah when I was a Younam Show always sent for the devils pen Then after case of course there were also many men All the microphones that fink the rapper's gonna fink again Well I'm a mud over this son of verge from my pen and pin The kidnappers rap rappers is back Would you work with the boogie men as heavy your tears You bring on your pace fire peace grinding balls for many years You better be ready to stand tall Miss Claire's Cooled off like a knife from the ball storming That no men that cause the shot over with the door case that closes Narcicistic in a vicious prick over the shitload That Mary zone put as I checked out my dick Yo men if you don't know me then run home to your pony Thought you like you can fuckin' fool me but lies then bullshit You mama keep it simpler on truth from that brokin' problems All that Jay-z fan and 99 problems Ah ah 'oogie Men and the Illaman's here bonjour motherfuckers I come with extra ham, I come with extra fire I got my best pants can somebody pass me the mic All these politics of music got me feeling kind of hair From the bottom of my heart no planet will really give a fact Got a score win spit bars, spread love and then no hope Couple friends, couple snakes spend my night I let them go Dead wait I got stripped off any brain forget fucked off Temples running can be sighting had the consciousness bloop bloop On the case like old Jack are not old sucks but are old raps Someone hold back when I take off you get kicked off like kick off Some sick your shit so sit down you dickhead I want the pea and I want the dog won't fall out I won't regret No fancy art no fancy car I got fancy benches and a bed for ah Thank tidy very likely thank you handy for dick you last Easy time in the place oh piss they don't think that I can shit When you see me say woah pah then just bang your head to the ass (Stand up, boogie men is not for your tears) (Boogie men, boogie men, boogie men)