Count Ba** D - House Boy lyrics

Leo-street literature Front pa**ive to the ma**es For whom he nominates to dominate and keep castin' Promotion serves ego, advertising yields confidence Fight her A-trains for glory, fighter B eyes the purse After the love is gone, the fun is a verse Yet they constantly debate whether greed is worse Muscular beats for feat, free market the new scheme Old rebel regime no female left behind She exercises her right not to listen to anything anybody has to say Her name is May And that's exactly where her chips fall To where with all to grasp Assets the world's tether ball Arbitrator, sounds like a setup Pius uncommon numerator, House Boy Conroy Fetish for effort Nobody's in Roswell Nobody in the body bag The comrade on the drum pad Online sea of clever rhymes and punchlines Viewed as his output slid on a decline Pickup artist, throwin' salt to the salt mine Single minute spent is an utter waste of time He knows better, an expert smart Alec A swift quick of wit, nearly got his a** kicked Unofficial House Boy, gigalo with a halo In the same vain as a villain in terms of how they lay low Grew up together, but became an apart Follow Baseball together for a friendship kick start Old time with blessing, more window dressing More superlatives, more law arresting