C. Fontaine - Freshman-Sanctuary lyrics

[Intro: Dialogue from 'Scarface'] Y'all a bunch of f**ing a**holes Y'know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be You need people like me You need people like me so you can point your f**ing fingers and say "That's the bad guy." [Verse 1: Jay Anfernee] Feeling like an agitated anaconda slithering through the gra** wishing it's marijuana. Man, I just wanna get away from all this closet drama. The Adams' baby mammas who don't know which Madonna to use for their daily persona That's why my appearance is unkempt, so the hypocrisy and backlash would make me content. Later down, they would ride a dick non-stop And I would sit up and spit on their face with contempt. All these new faces, I'm exempt from wooing acquaintances so your place is not around my turf. Depressed and possessed with aggressive Demons to help me convalesce due to transgressions of this Earth So we are not the same, I am a partial sensible paradox trying his best to marshal wits and forces to extricate the core seeds from the f**ery³ mixed with O2 We jacking bandwagons. You got shotgun, I got the lyrical milli. Come on, let's get sh** done. We bury them six feet deep in the dark grave of shame, back the same way they came Around you people, I'm a Generation X product. To the small minds, that's a Dino Rex. Conducted power surge lyrically converted by the power supply rejected. Expect it would be a shame if I downgraded to one faded by the brainwashing tactics you Y's use. Not fused but attuned to the useless logic, never expect me to respect it Hard like a diamond, born in the rubble. But if you really look, you might just find me in it. Surmising that my urge in surgical strikes may deem my k** streak indefinite, your d**h is deficient [Hook: Clips taken from 'The Godfather' and 'The Godfather 2', scratches included] Black.and.grey. Six minutes, you're on. (On) An-Anferneety and beyond. (-ferneety and beyond) You're on! Michael: It's not personal, Sonny. It's strictly business Frank: Jesus Chwist, Mike. Jesus Chwist. Let's hit them all. Let's hit them all now, while we got the muscle! Michael: It's not personal, Sonny. It's strictly business [Verse 2: Jay Anfernee] Now I'm nine times two, they asking who I'ma vote for. The man for the job, or the one who sugar-coats more The same primary colors damaged neighborly love, I would be taking daily naps on the curb before So let me be next to say "f** politics". That's my gratitude, an attitude of an influenced teen they're determined to keep locked in the sticks. Pleasure to savor the repression of certain ticks The licks that I received actually made me relieved. Believe, a change of personality was conceived. A fresh kid learning different knots on the ropes, how to tighten that sh** so n***as can't breathe How many kings scared to kick it with d**h but claim that they "live forever"? Shook ones, they fear to sever whomever wishes to witness a nether student tether imprudent nuisances for their pleasure [Outro: Dialogue from 'Scarface' (and 'The Godfather')] So say good night to the bad guy! Go on The last time you're gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you Go on Make way for the bad guy. (It's strictly business.)