Bundy's Way
Ice C.R.E.A.M. Bundy
Check it
You know
We all know that one motherfucker that be
You know
Running his mouth but he ain't really 'bout it
His stories stink to high heaven like a cowshed
All that Mickey Mouse shit I ain't got no time for
Boy, what you lying for? Why be on that foul shit?
Ain't nothing to be proud of like when you be on that powder
Bitch, you ain't free, you just outta touch with reality
Another casualty hardly performing averagely
It's hard to believe you will ever be
Anything less than a bitch this is my test, then, for which
They could put me in that hot seat
Dear Lord, please let me not be weak
Give me the strength to succeed
Out here, trying to bench-press like three tons
Truth be bent, I ain't seen no silver lining for months
Years in fact, been in my prime, yeah but none
Can survive being under siege for life
Don't wanna be in a fight all the time, it's so dumb
And so, I'm trying to stay focused mind on my money
Just blind out these locusts find me some honey
Tired of preparing for the best day like Sweet Johnny
Wan' swim in milk and honey fuck the rest, to put it bluntly
Gimme some wings, some nice wheels superficial but I feel
Like fuck a wide appeal light a flare in a fire drill
Opposite of reason it's whatever fits my ideal
Till I stop breathing
Check it
You know
We all know that one motherfucker that be
You know
Running his mouth but he ain't really 'bout it
His stories stink to high heaven like a cowshed
All that Mickey Mouse shit I ain't got no time for
Boy, what you lying for? Why be on that foul shit?
Ain't nothing to be proud of like when you be on that powder
Bitch, you ain't free, you just outta touch with reality
Another casualty hardly performing averagely
It's hard to believe you will ever be
Anything less than a bitch this is my test, then, for which
They could put me in that hot seat
Dear Lord, please let me not be weak
Give me the strength to succeed
Out here, trying to bench-press like three tons
Truth be bent, I ain't seen no silver lining for months
Years in fact, been in my prime, yeah but none
Can survive being under siege for life
Don't wanna be in a fight all the time, it's so dumb
And so, I'm trying to stay focused mind on my money
Just blind out these locusts find me some honey
Tired of preparing for the best day like Sweet Johnny
Wan' swim in milk and honey fuck the rest, to put it bluntly
Gimme some wings, some nice wheels superficial but I feel
Like fuck a wide appeal light a flare in a fire drill
Opposite of reason it's whatever fits my ideal
Till I stop breathing
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Sendt
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