Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Pedler
John Pedler
Songwriter

Lyrics

All my life, made sure my family good
Protect them from evil, shadows hide the wolves
Now I feel conflicted, these wounds been inflicted
You can’t take it back, we got hit you where you feel it (Yeeeaaaah!)
Get in there before breakfast, man of God I follow Fonz
And my baby keep ‘em stressing, like my dog, I keep it on me
You heard the word, I kill a bird, cook my opps like they chicken
Want this smoke? I got scorched earth! Why the fuck are you dissing?
Remember that time when I had friends, I wonder what happened to them?
Came for the fam, know what’s sad? They some grown ass men
Want no amends, let’s put this to bed, you know my wife is a ten
And you wanna fuck! You hate that she’s cuffed, why you crying Glenn???
Jealousy all around me, bad wife with the bands too
I don’t stress about traffic, Peter Copter we could fly through
Two sons and a daughter, shield their eyes from the slaughter
Carter sending in a drone strike, Spooner Street now Petoria
Queen Lois, she historia, saw your diss, it was cornia
Called “The Quag” and you the worst part, beat weaker than my own heart
Joe needed him a headstart, like some stairs, he didn’t get far
Cleveland a fucking cuck, (Cuck!) cleaning Quagmire nut
Get in there before breakfast, man of God I follow Fonz
And my baby keep ‘em stressing, like my dog, I keep it on me
You heard the word, I kill a bird, cook my opps like they chicken
Want this smoke? I got scorched earth! Why the fuck are you dissing?
Remember that time when I had friends, I wonder what happened to them?
Came for the fam, know what’s sad? They some grown ass men
Want no amends, let’s put this to bed, you know my wife is a ten
And you wanna fuck! You hate that she’s cuffed, why you crying Glenn???
And ask my dog what gon’ happen if you spin again (Woof!)
You gon’ wish for death, mmmmm Many Men
Tear out the roof, I hop in the booth
Letting it woof!
Not playin’ fetch, this stick gonna shoot
I’m lettin’ it boom!
Treat an opp just like they Meg, we gon’ shut ‘em up for good
We put bullets in they brain, if they come around our hood
Got that Doggy in my soul, lick my lips and break your bones
If it comes to Quaggy dad, then this doggy givin’ bone (I’m giving bone!)
Get in there before breakfast, man of God I follow Fonz
And my baby keep ‘em stressing, like my dog, I keep it on me
You heard the word, I kill a bird, cook my opps like they chicken
Want this smoke? I got scorched earth! Why the fuck are you dissing?
Remember that time when I had friends, I wonder what happened to them?
Came for the fam, know what’s sad? They some grown ass men
Want no amends, let’s put this to bed, you know my wife is a ten
And you wanna fuck! You hate that she’s cuffed, why you crying Glenn???
Jealousy all around me…
Written by: John Pedler
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