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12 - clap on matthew salmon
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I’mma find a way that I can find a way ta Say all of the things that I been tryna say Cept I wanna do it so it’s systematic Fueling my movements with my emotions proven problematic Sabbaticals til radical in every way Easier than ever standing out when everybody gay Imma set this up like it’s a factory Then I’m cutting through all of the b******t and the faggotry That’s in the way They wanna put PC muzzle on my face Got me sayin shit I never would’ve thought i needa say Am I really that predictable? Or am I just another victim of a bunch vitriol Or maybe it’s the way that I’ve been thinkin for a minute I take full responsibility for all these fuckin idiots Psyche Do the things I want and all the shit I like Passin on this instant gratification got me feelin right I mean Working for my family’s future That doesn’t exist yet Uhhh Still been snappin even if it’s half a fraction of the sum Of the person that I’ve been and the man that i’ll become Still I plan on doin sumthin everybody scared to do Dont be worred if you catch shittin all up in ya stu Take a seat, then a scoop, down the hatch, at’ll do the trick Easy mama everybody know you brought the lutefisk Nobody wanna tell ya brought it on yaself Doubt she even give a shit she goin right back on the shelf No pills, no chill, not a shit given I left it for ya moms last thanksgiving Tell her she the bomb even tho she isnt Thats why to daddy gone rather go to prison I could go on but I know i shouldn’t How convenient he switchin up the flow In the middle of a bar Like he don’t know what to order Just a little bit to far off the wagon in the shoulder Of a busy road Whatchya know He fixes up the flat Cops’ll send his ass to prison when they figure out the flask Filled up halfway with some gas Whoops, sorry occifer Didnt mean to be a criminal Or show you that I’m sweerrvvvin Right into ya daughter’s front lawn Act like it’s a mystery tomorrow when she yawn I aint goin back to prison till I’m gone If I have to take ya with me then I’m rappin up this song clap off - busta rhymes
I’mma find a way that I can find a way ta Say all of the things that I been tryna say Cept I wanna do it so it’s systematic Fueling my movements with my emotions proven problematic Sabbaticals til radical in every way Easier than ever standing out when everybody gay Imma set this up like it’s a factory Then I’m cutting through all of the b******t and the faggotry That’s in the way They wanna put PC muzzle on my face Got me sayin shit I never would’ve thought i needa say Am I really that predictable? Or am I just another victim of a bunch vitriol Or maybe it’s the way that I’ve been thinkin for a minute I take full responsibility for all these fuckin idiots Psyche Do the things I want and all the shit I like Passin on this instant gratification got me feelin right I mean Working for my family’s future That doesn’t exist yet Uhhh Still been snappin even if it’s half a fraction of the sum Of the person that I’ve been and the man that i’ll become Still I plan on doin sumthin everybody scared to do Dont be worred if you catch shittin all up in ya stu Take a seat, then a scoop, down the hatch, at’ll do the trick Easy mama everybody know you brought the lutefisk Nobody wanna tell ya brought it on yaself Doubt she even give a shit she goin right back on the shelf No pills, no chill, not a shit given I left it for ya moms last thanksgiving Tell her she the bomb even tho she isnt Thats why to daddy gone rather go to prison I could go on but I know i shouldn’t How convenient he switchin up the flow In the middle of a bar Like he don’t know what to order Just a little bit to far off the wagon in the shoulder Of a busy road Whatchya know He fixes up the flat Cops’ll send his ass to prison when they figure out the flask Filled up halfway with some gas Whoops, sorry occifer Didnt mean to be a criminal Or show you that I’m sweerrvvvin Right into ya daughter’s front lawn Act like it’s a mystery tomorrow when she yawn I aint goin back to prison till I’m gone If I have to take ya with me then I’m rappin up this song clap off - busta rhymes
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