Weekly 9
Ayo the game is a disaster the Motto now live faster
Bunch of laughable characters trying to set standards to live after
Other half is spastiks, kiss asses, coming rolling like they name is Rick Astley
But I'm like Chris haslam
Spitfire like a witchcraft and
I want to give back to the Mixmasters
That I learned from like a Miss Pasternak
I got a knack for rap
So where you at aftermath?
Spliffin' and grass and philosophy
Brain split in half like lobotomy
Chicks laugh at your mediocrity
Rick Sanchez can't kill all of me
Ooh wee, gee Rick thank God we go way back
Yeah Mr poopy butthole don't even talk to me about it
Got the killer dynamic and I'm still in my antics
See myself in five like chill in Miami
Don't want to kill at the Grammys
I want to spill out Illmatics and be the charismatic motherfucking sound addict
A manic Hispanic yo
Risk in my name
Check my ID it'll tell you the same
You on the 'gram with the funny-looking chain
Peace to MF GRIMM I want the money fuck the fame
That's the jam like marmalade
Sant da man gon' charm the babes
The goddamns are stars in space
We the band going far away
God damn this beat goes hard
This guy gets it, thanks noob noob, I love you
Bunch of laughable characters trying to set standards to live after
Other half is spastiks, kiss asses, coming rolling like they name is Rick Astley
But I'm like Chris haslam
Spitfire like a witchcraft and
I want to give back to the Mixmasters
That I learned from like a Miss Pasternak
I got a knack for rap
So where you at aftermath?
Spliffin' and grass and philosophy
Brain split in half like lobotomy
Chicks laugh at your mediocrity
Rick Sanchez can't kill all of me
Ooh wee, gee Rick thank God we go way back
Yeah Mr poopy butthole don't even talk to me about it
Got the killer dynamic and I'm still in my antics
See myself in five like chill in Miami
Don't want to kill at the Grammys
I want to spill out Illmatics and be the charismatic motherfucking sound addict
A manic Hispanic yo
Risk in my name
Check my ID it'll tell you the same
You on the 'gram with the funny-looking chain
Peace to MF GRIMM I want the money fuck the fame
That's the jam like marmalade
Sant da man gon' charm the babes
The goddamns are stars in space
We the band going far away
God damn this beat goes hard
This guy gets it, thanks noob noob, I love you
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Writer(s): Santiago Gamarra
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