Cryptic
Hold up
Wait a minute
Every body want to get it
But nobody want to put in the work
I did it
Good enough to make your mother come around for dinner now
Everybody wants to have little fun every then and now
Everybody want to test me
Feel my balls
Go on
Take a taste test of dressing
One two three
Go count your blessings
Whats that there
Are you confessing
Nobody really want to say what is on their mind
Everybody looking like they too ashamed to get in line
Im out of line
Im out of time
Im out of space
Im out of mind
Im out of everything I got
What you need robot
"Who me"
Yeah
Probably a whole lot
There aint a cold cut big enough to fill your twat
Gonna need a swat dream team to make you cream
Your fucking fat
you know what I mean
Its a sideways Saturday
Time to trim the fat away
Time to have a better day
Don't you turn your head away
Im about to head away
Could have been a better lay
Not about to stick around
"I think he went that away"
I think I need to run and get the practice
Just incase something actually happens
I need to keep up with my mind when I'm rapping
Look at your booty cheeks getting that shit slapping
Way too under rated always hated for success
You would probably pay me for me not to do my best
All you do is run your mouth and try to give me stress
You know you wanna have it because all you have is less
I don't care about your dress or how your dressing
You aint gonna have it on when were wrestling
Leave the lights on and i'll teach you a lesson
To see my world you'll need more than mescaline
Wait a minute
Every body want to get it
But nobody want to put in the work
I did it
Good enough to make your mother come around for dinner now
Everybody wants to have little fun every then and now
Everybody want to test me
Feel my balls
Go on
Take a taste test of dressing
One two three
Go count your blessings
Whats that there
Are you confessing
Nobody really want to say what is on their mind
Everybody looking like they too ashamed to get in line
Im out of line
Im out of time
Im out of space
Im out of mind
Im out of everything I got
What you need robot
"Who me"
Yeah
Probably a whole lot
There aint a cold cut big enough to fill your twat
Gonna need a swat dream team to make you cream
Your fucking fat
you know what I mean
Its a sideways Saturday
Time to trim the fat away
Time to have a better day
Don't you turn your head away
Im about to head away
Could have been a better lay
Not about to stick around
"I think he went that away"
I think I need to run and get the practice
Just incase something actually happens
I need to keep up with my mind when I'm rapping
Look at your booty cheeks getting that shit slapping
Way too under rated always hated for success
You would probably pay me for me not to do my best
All you do is run your mouth and try to give me stress
You know you wanna have it because all you have is less
I don't care about your dress or how your dressing
You aint gonna have it on when were wrestling
Leave the lights on and i'll teach you a lesson
To see my world you'll need more than mescaline
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Writer(s): Arthur Olive
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