Grand Wizzard MC - Sales Bonanzá lyrics

[Hook: GEDA The Genius] Don't get mad or get even I get more money Blow up, whole countries, talk to me Gods trade papers, saying "in I they trust" So I body squads, 5 for 1 (It's been a Sales bonanza) [Verse 1: GEDA The Genius] I'm up in speakers, who the f** is Justin Bieber? A s*ut with a hundred fever couldn't f** wit GEDA The Virgin Mother pushing Jesus wasn't coming cleaner If she had a nun and priest hum this underneath her I just need a boricua with mean jugular, bubble bu*t Roll my weed up where I can see her She a keeper, I mean I seen uglier But she ain't got enough money to be a diva See-ya, like the cheese on a caesar, I mean the salad I could of easily have said pizza, like we Italian But we be them n***as that breathe the beef and violence And get greasy as the scalp of somebody that need a stylist Wowzers, head and shoulders above 'em, like some trousers I should be a top of some tower, like I'm bowser You ain't even f**in' with none of my young bowsers I don't walk around with these thug bouncers to pluck flowers Gone for a while I was getting sh** done Y'all could borrow my style, but no one hitting my blunt Until you father a child, you little n***as my sons Here's a list of lyricists living that give it up: It goes me, Kendrick, Cory Gunz…………………… Damn, guess I ain't have to say the names all at once You rappers have to be on that haterade or that stuff For that whack sh**, never mind training day take a month Off and practice it's Crack b**h You're going to MacArthur Park at night? Yeah. My squad's going to sell some Gucci bags Lt's a sales bonanza [Verse 2: Grand Wizzard MC] Apologies if I come off arrogant or conceited But its hard believing my current allegiance ain't best in the region b**h is you tweakin? That's The Reason These n***as in my hood don't ask for features Why? Cause they'd know we beat 'em It's like Ether If I speak it then I mean it Food For your dying minds n***a you need it, you should eat it It's after dark at all times so please don't feed these creatures You looking' for troubLe comin' 'round my courts, f** your subpoenas Ready to paper shred it, f** n***as who hate excessive Cause we came to make the game change direction, they can't accept it From a young age, statutory raping beats Who you label greatness we could break his teeth & hang his seeds We make the scenes they pay to see, but since we create to teach We made it free so study up a tape of me Shut up & take a seat Wrote this werse getting a Manicure & foot ma**age To these Kings you nothing but rooks & pawns to look upon Distribute crack to ma**es my pa**ions rapping & cooking raw to hook them on GLobal control for all the crooks we brought Run inside your living quarters to stick dick to daughters Of n***as caught up on hating on us cause they b**h support us Don't trust a f**ing souL, that's what a friendship taught us Vicious slaughters of lyrics a million corpses depict in portraits Rigamortus from k**ing artists that's feeling froggish Your tiny souls can;t fiLL his Jordan's remember often the Wizzards bonkers [Hook: GEDA The Genius] Don't get mad or get even I get more money Blow up, whole countries, talk to me Gods trade papers, saying "in I they trust" So I body squads, 5 for 1 (It's been a Sales bonanza)