Lyrics

I went universal with the audio on twin Apollo I spit Oxy that's the hard pill to swallow Used to take Custer all the way to Eldorado But wasn't no gold where I was at, yeah Wrestle with my demons like we on the mat Goliath on his back Melatonin slingshot made him take the nap When they hear me rap, they like, who is that And can you please run it back 'Cause they just wanna hear the lyrics I'm crazy like mommy dearest Been shouting They barely hear us You feel it deep in your spirit You can't deny I'm the realest Now I'm in your office like Phyllis screaming yippie ki-yay gone call me Bruce Willis Lyrical syphilis Yeah, I'm going to bring the sickness Right to where you're living This, that new flavor in your ear Can you hear it Call me Pete Rose Everything hitting Yeah This for the women named Mildred out here in Kentucky Where plate of fried chicken I'm swerving to the derby on my way to make a million Black eye peas, baby Yeah, I got a feeling It's lights, camera, action when I walk inside the building I got so many bars I could probably build a prison Flow hotter than the devil now we out here scaring Christians I'm finally taking over never needed your permission Yeah I'm out this world like a starship My enterprise rise in the sky I'm different I got more drip than a christening I shine, I'm glistening I'll be churning out these bars like a piston I swear that I be rapping like a gift during Christmas I killed so many beats I'm shocked there's not a witness Knocking on your door telling you about my ungodly business Every line, make your face grimace And hold your breath until you turn The Color Purple Sealy My flow Special Call it "Timmy" Now we're out in South Park trying to rock like Milly I went from H town to KY now they all getting jelly It is getting hot in here and I ain't talking about Nelly I'm a nightmare for these rappers like Freddy So gone let me Cooke like Lenny This for the women named Mildred out here in Kentucky Where plate of fried chicken I'm swerving to the derby on my way to make a million Black eye peas, baby Yeah, I got a feeling It's lights, camera, action when I walk inside the building I got so many bars I could probably build a prison Flow hotter than the devil Now we out here scaring Christians I'm finally taking over never needed your permission Yeah
Writer(s): Norman Sanchez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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