[Intro]
This b**h
This b**h gonna delete me off her Facebook
Talkin' 'bout, every time she look at my picture
It remind her of how we was cheatin'
But she was cheatin' on her man with me
I ain't got no time for that stupid sh**
f**in' b**h
(All i see is orbz, all i see is orbz, all i see is, all i see is, all i see is orbz)
Pa**ion
I ain't gonna rap yet
Hold out
sh**, yo
I ain't gonna rap yet, yo
[Verse 1]
First I filled the swimming pool and I dive in it
Your p**y's so good, I nearly died in it
f** them other n***as, I ride for my n***as
Watch the sh** you say, you could die over lyrics
Heard your little shot at me, but nah, I ain't care, b**h
Might throw my 607s on with the clear tints
Slim Latin b**h and she pullin' out her hair pins
Got a fat a** but she kinda got some square hips
Tried to f** her homegirl, she said that she don't share dick
f**ed her anyway, real b**hes gonna share dick
Life is a buffet, I'm just tryin' to get my share of it
At night before I pray, I put my pistol where my pillow is
Fool, I got ba**, I got ba**, I got ba**
If you ain't talkin' no money, get the f** from out my face
I was busted just two years ago and now I'm gettin' cake
Thin and homeless just two years ago and now I got a deal
I s** at monogamy, there's something that's inside of me
This p**y be dividin' me, I need a lobotomy
I knock the bottom out of it, made a bunch of dollars
Lot of progress from a prodigy
No tellin' where I'd probably be, love them Rikers Island [?]
[?]
Motherf** the alphabet, motherf** a consonant
f** Wall Street and every cracker that's attached it
Motherf** the beat and every flat foot walkin' it
Walk it like I talk it, b**h
Talkin' sh**, I'll chalk you, b**h
On my walkie-talkie [?] mixed with with frankincense
And murr, I be slurrin' my words, off that urr
Damn, I'm on some other sh**, damn, I'm underrated
Shhhhh, don't tell nobody, that's gonna sound like some hatin' sh**
Jason Collins flagrant sh**, am I allowed to say that yet?
My favorite salad Caesar with a little bit of bacon bits
Don't tell my OGs but I be eatin' bacon bits
Assalamu alaiku-er y'all be fakin' with that prayin' sh**
Can't wear a Kufi when you prayin' to Jesus
Why you.... haha
[Outro: Frank Zappa]
Schools train people to be ignorant with style
They give you the equipment that you need to be a functional ignoramus, American schools do not equip you to deal with things like logic
They don't give you criteria by which to judge between good and bad in any meaning or format
And they prepare you to be a usable victim for a military industrial complex that needs man power
As long as your just smart enough to do a job
And just dumb enough to swallow what they feed you
You're going to be alright
But if you go beyond on that
You're going to have these great doubts that give you stomach problems, Headaches, make you want to go out and do something else
So I believe schools mechanically and very specifically
Try and breed out any hint of creative thought in the kids that are coming up