I cant do it right now because my grandma is asleep in the room and I have to like go to like another room and like yell it
Go ahead
You know Respect for Grandma
You know what I mean
Scoop Deville Your now rocking with a drunken battle, We pack pumps like sluts when they traveling with shoes in the trunk Im losing it punk Missing a few screws and a nut Im stupid as fuck Im from the old school but I flunked Black on Black Rips with some grain to grip Bitch slapping these trick rappers Till they pay this pimp Quit acting the click clacking Like you famous shit You faggots are broke with names out of gangsta flicks (Biatch) What a joke, you aint never cut up coke on a scale Or snuck dope through the border in a cocanut shell Fuck No! You want tell your little veteran tales So when I put the smoke in your mouth You better inhale Suck it!
You ready lets get it The games now finished Its's all, weapons to aim with a 1000 rounds in it Machine shop class mixtaped lynch men Clapping at your tracks rabbits back to the benches yea People famous call me the evil genius Got them bumpin Styles In the Buick people speeding Brim with the tilt, cigar on my clutch Your crying over spilled milk Demigodz whats up? Got a flask filled of that ole lucky number 7 brand Get rid of your first string I aint playing second hand Your messing with butane Get scorched in a torch fire Look out for the new slang You rocking with Fort Minor
Allrigth hold for a second Yeah you know who the fuck this is SOB mother fuckas Demigodz mother fuckas Mike Shinoda Mother Fuckas And this is Celph Titled Mother Fuckas We put a pipe bomb in your tail pipe and it go off mother fuckas My gun don't fit through the doorway mother fuckas lets Go!
This is the last warning shot before we're letting this go We don't have to say lay low Ya'll already know That when the lights goes dim And the beat drops in Even Texas cant hold them Ante up and Im in Im like Black Jack Johnson and MOP Drinking handfuls of Jack Daniels (You'll see) Cause when we hop into the Jeep to try out the CD You'll want a low rider bucking bronco to Scoop's beat now My name's Mike (mike), remember it well More rock than raising hell Rougher then Roc Deville Ryu and Tak will tell you whats really the deal If you want it come get us at the end of this twelve
Yea yea yea, you know the fuckin drill Keeping it Godzilla up in the mother fuckin Home Depot This is Celph Titled, the lame mile killer This SOB, this is Demigodz, this is M Shinoda the cobra holder And this is your brain on crack mother fucka!
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I cant do it right now because my grandma is asleep in the room and I have to like go to like another room and like yell it
Go ahead
You know Respect for Grandma
You know what I mean
Scoop Deville Your now rocking with a drunken battle, We pack pumps like sluts when they traveling with shoes in the trunk Im losing it punk Missing a few screws and a nut Im stupid as fuck Im from the old school but I flunked Black on Black Rips with some grain to grip Bitch slapping these trick rappers Till they pay this pimp Quit acting the click clacking Like you famous shit You faggots are broke with names out of gangsta flicks (Biatch) What a joke, you aint never cut up coke on a scale Or snuck dope through the border in a cocanut shell Fuck No! You want tell your little veteran tales So when I put the smoke in your mouth You better inhale Suck it!
You ready lets get it The games now finished Its's all, weapons to aim with a 1000 rounds in it Machine shop class mixtaped lynch men Clapping at your tracks rabbits back to the benches yea People famous call me the evil genius Got them bumpin Styles In the Buick people speeding Brim with the tilt, cigar on my clutch Your crying over spilled milk Demigodz whats up? Got a flask filled of that ole lucky number 7 brand Get rid of your first string I aint playing second hand Your messing with butane Get scorched in a torch fire Look out for the new slang You rocking with Fort Minor
Allrigth hold for a second Yeah you know who the fuck this is SOB mother fuckas Demigodz mother fuckas Mike Shinoda Mother Fuckas And this is Celph Titled Mother Fuckas We put a pipe bomb in your tail pipe and it go off mother fuckas My gun don't fit through the doorway mother fuckas lets Go!
This is the last warning shot before we're letting this go We don't have to say lay low Ya'll already know That when the lights goes dim And the beat drops in Even Texas cant hold them Ante up and Im in Im like Black Jack Johnson and MOP Drinking handfuls of Jack Daniels (You'll see) Cause when we hop into the Jeep to try out the CD You'll want a low rider bucking bronco to Scoop's beat now My name's Mike (mike), remember it well More rock than raising hell Rougher then Roc Deville Ryu and Tak will tell you whats really the deal If you want it come get us at the end of this twelve
Yea yea yea, you know the fuckin drill Keeping it Godzilla up in the mother fuckin Home Depot This is Celph Titled, the lame mile killer This SOB, this is Demigodz, this is M Shinoda the cobra holder And this is your brain on crack mother fucka!
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