newport78
Well-Known Member
So basically. At the post of each song I put up il let you know how much or what lines are true/false. Advise tips questions comments discussions everythings cool. Itll probably be more that than anything.
Minor edit thanks to my home girl amber.
Just walked out of rehab to open up a strain lab, Shit looks like a pure fucking Pre-fab,Pulling people in like fishing lures, Just to get skewered with the machete, Swinging like freddy, A hundred precent straight steady, And FUCK no it aint on money lent, make my own honey bunny, Think thats funny? Talk to my gunny honey, No lies in my rhymes, No highs in my life but that high, What, You want me to live in a pig sty? Shit il make you need that high, Then send you to that pig sty they call a rehab facility see if you come out a little silly, Put you in a room with nothing but a bed in the middle, Go crazier cause you cant see out the windows, Go straight to the point all you can think abouts that widow, Beyond ANY god damn doubt, Anything you try to do to get out just gets you deeper in, Prisons a bump in the road, This is steeper, Its a wall, Got ya door open but cant walk the hall, All you got is a bathroom and a shower stall.
*Chorus: *few seconds of silence* "Damn....Aint life a bitch?" *Next verse*
Get out cut yourself to the bone, See through to the joint, Use super glue to put your finger back to together and get reminded of a girl, Damn she was in a bigger swirl, We all know that downward hurl, She knew that and the downward slide of the blade, Bitch was a cutter, A bitch that just muttered and stuttered, God damn how could I love her? Aint a damn thing in life that fit like a glove, Scars worse than a bad stove-top to a chef, Fuck you think im talking about food? Bitch didnt even know OF a hood, Yet she shed more blood than any of my boys, No matter how many toys of hers you throw out shes got 5 more, Its like living some nightmare working at a convient store, Shit I seen the country and the hood and both hardcore, Lifes just designed to bore into ya head, store useless shit until ya dead, If ya lucky enough not to get hit with the lead, People like her try to cut it out but we all know.
*Chorus*
People in this rap game think you gotta come from a homeless shelter in detroit to have it hard, Try being a crip raised in blood city, In the worst part of your city, Try being such a wild card YOU dont know when you gone go hard, Shit that reminds me, imagine when you was 4 you went over to your black aunts to eat dinner, Get there take a seat and look around, Your outside in a blizzard cooking on a 150 year old cast iron stove cause theres no power, Fuck when it rains it pours im always in the shower, You just in there for a half hour, Yet I rarely act sour,
*Chorus*
People talking to you like you should believe in a higher power, People say you should read a book by a lier, You know what? Fuck trying to rhyme lets get serious, Im furious, The bible was written as a way to make the civillians act like slaves, Yet today people still say you should be shovelling hay? Dosent seem grey, Seems black and white only the griddle got flipped, Dont think lets fight think lets skip, Fuck carying a piece on my hip, Thats a pussy move, I use a real mans tool.
*chorus*
Lets go ahead and close this book, We all understand the hook, If ya dont just sit back and take a look.
Minor edit thanks to my home girl amber.
Just walked out of rehab to open up a strain lab, Shit looks like a pure fucking Pre-fab,Pulling people in like fishing lures, Just to get skewered with the machete, Swinging like freddy, A hundred precent straight steady, And FUCK no it aint on money lent, make my own honey bunny, Think thats funny? Talk to my gunny honey, No lies in my rhymes, No highs in my life but that high, What, You want me to live in a pig sty? Shit il make you need that high, Then send you to that pig sty they call a rehab facility see if you come out a little silly, Put you in a room with nothing but a bed in the middle, Go crazier cause you cant see out the windows, Go straight to the point all you can think abouts that widow, Beyond ANY god damn doubt, Anything you try to do to get out just gets you deeper in, Prisons a bump in the road, This is steeper, Its a wall, Got ya door open but cant walk the hall, All you got is a bathroom and a shower stall.
*Chorus: *few seconds of silence* "Damn....Aint life a bitch?" *Next verse*
Get out cut yourself to the bone, See through to the joint, Use super glue to put your finger back to together and get reminded of a girl, Damn she was in a bigger swirl, We all know that downward hurl, She knew that and the downward slide of the blade, Bitch was a cutter, A bitch that just muttered and stuttered, God damn how could I love her? Aint a damn thing in life that fit like a glove, Scars worse than a bad stove-top to a chef, Fuck you think im talking about food? Bitch didnt even know OF a hood, Yet she shed more blood than any of my boys, No matter how many toys of hers you throw out shes got 5 more, Its like living some nightmare working at a convient store, Shit I seen the country and the hood and both hardcore, Lifes just designed to bore into ya head, store useless shit until ya dead, If ya lucky enough not to get hit with the lead, People like her try to cut it out but we all know.
*Chorus*
People in this rap game think you gotta come from a homeless shelter in detroit to have it hard, Try being a crip raised in blood city, In the worst part of your city, Try being such a wild card YOU dont know when you gone go hard, Shit that reminds me, imagine when you was 4 you went over to your black aunts to eat dinner, Get there take a seat and look around, Your outside in a blizzard cooking on a 150 year old cast iron stove cause theres no power, Fuck when it rains it pours im always in the shower, You just in there for a half hour, Yet I rarely act sour,
*Chorus*
People talking to you like you should believe in a higher power, People say you should read a book by a lier, You know what? Fuck trying to rhyme lets get serious, Im furious, The bible was written as a way to make the civillians act like slaves, Yet today people still say you should be shovelling hay? Dosent seem grey, Seems black and white only the griddle got flipped, Dont think lets fight think lets skip, Fuck carying a piece on my hip, Thats a pussy move, I use a real mans tool.
*chorus*
Lets go ahead and close this book, We all understand the hook, If ya dont just sit back and take a look.