Family Values
Went to Cancun with a gypsy
Things got weird and my life got tricky
Uh
I ain't even smash
I didn't
If you wanna talk
Stop bitching listen
Master chef I'm a cook in the kitchen
I mix, I stir, I slur my words
I get pissed off and throw the bird
I'm Gordon Ramsey
Bitch
I don't do those dishes
Rah
Yeah
Take it all up to the top of the crosswalk
I'm a ball hog
I'm a hit that shit raw dog
So to all the real ones
Two Pac, biggie smalls, outkast, snoop dog
List goes on and on and on
Spider man I'm in command
At every single comic con
Whole lot of things that I do regret
But there's a whole lot of nights
That I won't forget
A million different ways
That I chased the check
This music gonna blow
Go place your bets
Never had a platinum song
Never less to this game I am a vet
Shoot you down and slice your throat
Side to side with my bayonet
Maybe then you'll pay respect
The family values the family business
The final product is what's so delicious
The journey there is just a whole adventure
The founders members get in the picture
Turn the verse into the new scripture
Mister, please don't deceive me
Leave me be, geez
I need to leave the scene immediately
Before I'm seen and the people scream
Take no loss at all cost
Get lost
Get found and its all gone
Leave it to Beavis cause Edwin's a butthead
A warriors spirit and the heart of a mud head
The dragons asleep and locked up in the dungeon
To unleash this beast you need at least
Five special pieces bitch I'm Exodia
And I'm about to obliterate
Rah
Why did the sinner sin then grin
Karma came to bite back them
Cause it untimely always wins
Why did the player play to lose
You pick and choose amongst the two
And perceive for yourself which one is truth
Riddle me this
What doesn't have thorns
And still acts like prick
And who doesn't have bitches
And still acts like a simp
Fuck, me
Yeah, aye
When I walk
I walk with a limp
Because of this pimp dick
When you walk
You skip
Cause your always looking for more shit
Talk to the hand make an appointment
With my sec, secretary
I have a spot open up for you on the
14th of February
Things got weird and my life got tricky
Uh
I ain't even smash
I didn't
If you wanna talk
Stop bitching listen
Master chef I'm a cook in the kitchen
I mix, I stir, I slur my words
I get pissed off and throw the bird
I'm Gordon Ramsey
Bitch
I don't do those dishes
Rah
Yeah
Take it all up to the top of the crosswalk
I'm a ball hog
I'm a hit that shit raw dog
So to all the real ones
Two Pac, biggie smalls, outkast, snoop dog
List goes on and on and on
Spider man I'm in command
At every single comic con
Whole lot of things that I do regret
But there's a whole lot of nights
That I won't forget
A million different ways
That I chased the check
This music gonna blow
Go place your bets
Never had a platinum song
Never less to this game I am a vet
Shoot you down and slice your throat
Side to side with my bayonet
Maybe then you'll pay respect
The family values the family business
The final product is what's so delicious
The journey there is just a whole adventure
The founders members get in the picture
Turn the verse into the new scripture
Mister, please don't deceive me
Leave me be, geez
I need to leave the scene immediately
Before I'm seen and the people scream
Take no loss at all cost
Get lost
Get found and its all gone
Leave it to Beavis cause Edwin's a butthead
A warriors spirit and the heart of a mud head
The dragons asleep and locked up in the dungeon
To unleash this beast you need at least
Five special pieces bitch I'm Exodia
And I'm about to obliterate
Rah
Why did the sinner sin then grin
Karma came to bite back them
Cause it untimely always wins
Why did the player play to lose
You pick and choose amongst the two
And perceive for yourself which one is truth
Riddle me this
What doesn't have thorns
And still acts like prick
And who doesn't have bitches
And still acts like a simp
Fuck, me
Yeah, aye
When I walk
I walk with a limp
Because of this pimp dick
When you walk
You skip
Cause your always looking for more shit
Talk to the hand make an appointment
With my sec, secretary
I have a spot open up for you on the
14th of February
Credits
Writer(s): Edwin Felter
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