If I Had A Nickel
Pop the top, off the can of worms
A man with words, armed and hammered Dangerously drunk, and loaded with lyrics
Exploding on contact, verbal combat
Battling a tomcat who raps for pussy
I got a bomb on my back, don't push me
Who's with me, who's against me
Who's even listening? Not the guy on the couch
With his eye in his mouth, watch what you say
Stuck like you're lost and amazed Not lost in a maze
But lost and afraid With lots of hate for the world
So you concentrate on a girl to keep you alive
Keep you inside her heart But she decided to tear You out and rip you apart
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now drop it, like a stick-up
Freeze, stop it, like a hiccup
Pick up the mic and spit stuff, hot like a fever
But you ain't sick enough, you ain't throwing up
Nothing I ain't seen before
Keen as a sword, when I'm cutting you down to size
The crown is mine, lucky that they found you alive
Now you can rhyme, about how you're in line for Time cause that's all you have to spend
Don't call you a friend, you follow a trend
That's all you and them
Jabber jaw through your skin, till you dissolve into Thin air
It's the return of the Never-Been-There
But I'm sure it was beautiful, suitable for those
In uniform and the ones that miss you most are the One's you ignore
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my
Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my
Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
A man with words, armed and hammered Dangerously drunk, and loaded with lyrics
Exploding on contact, verbal combat
Battling a tomcat who raps for pussy
I got a bomb on my back, don't push me
Who's with me, who's against me
Who's even listening? Not the guy on the couch
With his eye in his mouth, watch what you say
Stuck like you're lost and amazed Not lost in a maze
But lost and afraid With lots of hate for the world
So you concentrate on a girl to keep you alive
Keep you inside her heart But she decided to tear You out and rip you apart
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now drop it, like a stick-up
Freeze, stop it, like a hiccup
Pick up the mic and spit stuff, hot like a fever
But you ain't sick enough, you ain't throwing up
Nothing I ain't seen before
Keen as a sword, when I'm cutting you down to size
The crown is mine, lucky that they found you alive
Now you can rhyme, about how you're in line for Time cause that's all you have to spend
Don't call you a friend, you follow a trend
That's all you and them
Jabber jaw through your skin, till you dissolve into Thin air
It's the return of the Never-Been-There
But I'm sure it was beautiful, suitable for those
In uniform and the ones that miss you most are the One's you ignore
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my
Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my
Pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
Now if I had a nickel for every time she touched my pickle
I'd have a couple dollars, plain and simple
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Writer(s): Chad Wade
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