Verse 1
I'm a A+ at being a failure
Heaven sent me down to the earth will Hell words
Sex on a cross right there where I nailed her
Moses split the red sea but I will set sail first
40 ounce of steel reserve so you feel perturbed
Everyone got things to say so now I'm getting disturbed
Word?
Ugh!
Harry Potter and the Hogwarts
I make a million off the art like I'm Brainwash
Shhhh...
(chorus)
Think I think I got a hook?
For your face and the blood yo look
(smack!)
Listen up b**hes ,I want 50 bucks on her I ain't talking bout stitches
I mean I'm talking bout stitches
Dig it uncle scrooge money bin and the riches
Im 2Pac gone fish in
What?
I'm 2Pac gone fishin!
VERSE 2
I ain't rap bout things in space
I rap about things like the lead front in ya face .(yeah)
Hip Hop used to be so cla**ic, nowadays too many kids is not getting they a** kicked
Ha yeah took a lotta acid
Ha yeah took a lot of mushrooms
Inhale the dust fumes thought I was Chucky like,,
Uh uh uh uh oh
Tails from the crypt keeper
Feel the ether when I spit it up
Girlfriend grave im a dig it up
And I don't really give two f**s, everyone else could die before they get a chance to live it up
Flow is so, flow is so jersey
But you can see me in a desert in Albequerque
Slick like el gato
My people hold knives like Juarez across El Paso
(chorus)
Think I think I got a hook?
For your face and the blood yo look
(smack!)
Listen up b**hes ,I want 50 bucks on her I ain't talking bout stitches
(ok!)
I mean I'm talking bout stitches
Dig it uncle scrooge money bin and the riches
Im 2Pac gone fishin
(what?)
I'm 2Pac gone fishin!
Verse 3
Lee's motel party three chicks forgot a bible
Kick two out, 3 am decision final
Wake up 2 pm and she missing vitals
Ambulance do the dance, I ain't talk dance recitals
I ain't never had a fund for a fund to trust
2Pac gone fishin' , slicing up the halibut
Amphetamine dream scheme, never had a cut
No money in my pocket? ha - damn that a s**
Life gettin better not (not)
Bait on the hook from a fiend on a block (block)
Beggin for that food outside the coffee spot (spot)
Crack laced not enough a chance with that fruity pebble rock
Straight and narrow path only way from a crooked cop
Stop go wait look it then I stop
One more hit than my career I pop
Kilo to a lot, ended up being something i'm not
(chorus)
Think I think I got a hook?
For your face and the blood yo look
Listen up b**hes ,I want 50 bucks on her I ain't talking bout stitches
(ok!)
I mean I'm talking bout stitches
Dig it uncle scrooge money bin and the riches
Im 2Pac gone fish in
(what?)
I'm 2Pac gone fishin!