
作词 : Brian Burton/Rakim Mayers
作曲 : Brian Burton/Rakim Mayers
Bloody ink on my past spelled suicide
Michael Jackson even passed could you scrutinize
****ing illuminati lies sayin' lucifie
Baptised in the gutter **** you decide
Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide
Or the thighs on my whores they be super-sized
Good and bad happen wars b*****s chose a side
Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God
Who am I
Lord Flacko
Painting vivid pictures call me Basquiat or Picasso
Capo Head Hancho now my followin's colossal
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper en todo caso
It's like you heard God spoke
I've seen the ghetto gospel
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper en todo caso
Shits to Mary Jane to make me see from them high notes
The bible or the rifle good night folks
Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide
Kurt Cobain even died could you scrutinize
It's a fine line between truth and lies
Jesus Christ never lied still was crucified
That's why I never judge another b***h
Life's a b***h but that b***h in love with other b*****s
3-2 a bed sheets no covers b***h
Dirty kitchen no supper in the covers b***h
Sucker b*****s
Wassup my b*****s
So my new attitude is like **** the b*****s
I grew up with b*****s
But don't **** with p***y
I don't trust them b*****s
Ain't got no love for niggas
Had the gold grills shine like them southern niggas
Kept it trilla now the whole world ****ing with us
Meanwhile you treated all of us like other b*****s
Now your world is in my palm take cover b*****s