All Black Ying Yang (The Party Song)

I guess this is a party song, hey

But when I wrote it, wasn't feeling that way

I was supposed to rap about dancing

But something struck a nerve and I went off on a tangent

I wanna say something fun

I'm sick of talking about my motherfucking gun

So have a drink, get numb, go dumb

Put your finger in the air if you the one

They call me Killer Reese where I'm from

Got a itty-bitty conscience, I'm dumb, I'm numb

I got the stomach of a dictator

Burn a whole village, make examples out of haters

Ugh, that's hard

Perky motherfucker that'll pull that card

You didn't think that I would take it this far?

You ain't watching, my actions of late have been bizarre

I'm getting weird in my old age

Me and this life are no longer on the same page

So I push it to the limit

Push your face against the wall and stick an icepick in your gimmick

You can't go or I'll take it

Smoking coke blunts, half up, half bake shit

Feeling like an animal

Chop him up and eat him like a motherfucking cannibal

I guess this is a party song, hey

But when I wrote it, wasn't feeling that way

I was supposed to rap about dancing

But something struck a nerve and I went off on a tangent

I wanna say something fun

I'm sick of talking about my motherfucking gun

So have a drink, get numb, go dumb

Put your finger in the air if you the one

I can't do no sucker shit, that ain't my twist, mane

When I was coming up, I hit licks and I gang banged

Hip-hop ****, but I'm with the business

Push the wrong button, my reaction relentless

And that's on Jesus, even if it's Jesus

He gon' have to see who the fuck Maurice is

I'm a heathen, even bloody or beaten

I keep that shit popping, ****, give me a reason

I'm nuts in season, my nuts hang even

Covered in metal plates, they don't scratch or scrape

Unless you wearing a cape, you better stay in your place

Because this dirty.38 will knock the skin off your face

Dude, this LA, home of the Dum Dums

Twist my fingers up to show these **** where I come from

Carry that rider, felon outsider

Blunt in my mouth and I'm looking for a lighter

I can get higher, walking through the clouds

Take a few shots, get wild, you know my style

The life of the party, take a life out the party

If we all came to party, then nobody leaves sorry

I guess this is a party song, hey

But when I wrote it, wasn't feeling that way

I was supposed to rap about dancing

But something struck a nerve and I went off on a tangent

I wanna say something fun

I'm sick of talking about my motherfucking gun

So have a drink, get numb, go dumb

Put your finger in the air if you the one

I guess this is a party song, hey

But when I wrote it, wasn't feeling that way

I was supposed to rap about dancing

But something struck a nerve and I went off on a tangent

I wanna say something fun

I'm sick of talking about my motherfucking gun

So have a drink, get numb, go dumb