On Me
Doomshop Motherfucker
Hello, hello motherfucker
I'ma tell you what is good, I'ma make you eat the dirt
Why does my neck hurt? I'm so supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I don't think you'll notice that you're gone, Hocus Pocus
Call me David Blaine, I am so damn insane
I am fuckin' with your brain, I ain't never ever lame
Just the same player mayne in the motherfuckin' game
It's a shame that you blame every fool in here today
Stop, drop and roll, everybody pay the toll
In the know, got to go, freaky bitches on the show
It's a curse, I ain't first, put a body in a hearse
Swervin' back and forth in the middle of the north
And you know I got that toolie on me
Freddie call you out when you a phony
You ain't foolin nobody with that dollar sign up on ya'
I'ma bust your ass so fuckin' fast you cannot tell what will come next
I'ma tell her what is good when she creep up in my hood
Smokin' weed, smokin' dank, sold that bitch I make that bank
Kill a real bitch, you know I don't give a shit
Freddie runnin' through the cut, 'bout to fuck you up a lot
And you know I got that toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me, toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me, toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me, toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me, toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me...
Hello, hello motherfucker
I'ma tell you what is good, I'ma make you eat the dirt
Why does my neck hurt? I'm so supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I don't think you'll notice that you're gone, Hocus Pocus
Call me David Blaine, I am so damn insane
I am fuckin' with your brain, I ain't never ever lame
Just the same player mayne in the motherfuckin' game
It's a shame that you blame every fool in here today
Stop, drop and roll, everybody pay the toll
In the know, got to go, freaky bitches on the show
It's a curse, I ain't first, put a body in a hearse
Swervin' back and forth in the middle of the north
And you know I got that toolie on me
Freddie call you out when you a phony
You ain't foolin nobody with that dollar sign up on ya'
I'ma bust your ass so fuckin' fast you cannot tell what will come next
I'ma tell her what is good when she creep up in my hood
Smokin' weed, smokin' dank, sold that bitch I make that bank
Kill a real bitch, you know I don't give a shit
Freddie runnin' through the cut, 'bout to fuck you up a lot
And you know I got that toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me, toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me, toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me, toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me, toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me
And you know I got that toolie on me...
Credits
Writer(s): Freddie Dredd
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