Cyanide and Silicone - Dick Jones lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm working my grind, I'm working my time b**hes be wanting my dick, but it's mine Sharing is caring, and caring is staring Me in the face, with this fleece brief case, sh** I'm on that Nextel chirp, tweet me back with that (brrp brrp brrp brrp) I hit and relax, got a gun in my satchel Drive my truck with a broke off axel I'm free off d** but I hang with the crips All you b**hes smoke like broken exhaust tips Huf clothing be hugging my back Dale sitting with a pipe and some crack Dale has that cyanide, cyanide, cyanide Forever indebted and Dale is my only ride or die Literally be spitting these limericks in the backseat Of a limo naked with your chick, and a f**ing dipstick Dipsh**, what I say to do? Life for me is just weed and brew Hang on, thought I said I don't smoke Wait, that was a joke look at this weed that I toke Broke like a bloke on the street with some coke If you want to hang out you better grab a rope [Verse 2] Yeah, money, money, power I held the world for an hour I am not a f**ing coward giving b**hes golden showers Jack and Jill ran up the hill to grab my co*k and paint the stills The picture frames, I picked the road that twists up hills This life is real World star before rap, you already know that So fresh prince they about to bring the show back The retard life ain't easy, I'm rapping like G-Eazy b**h, you know I earned my grill I k** it like I'm chief keef [Verse 3] Flowing like an aqueduct That's broke as f**, like half of us Dale is always getting hand outs I think his mom has the foot gout I don't know how to tell my mom that all I want to do is die She wouldn't lie, hit me with a belt And then she'll watch me cry Watching b**hes fight, I think I'll watch some b**hes fight Yeah, work, work, work to the grind I never start a fight 'til they cross the f**ing line If the line is white, snort it up with some shine If the shine is brighter than the pale moonlight If you say 'Hi', all I do is say 'Hey' With a creampie inside a whitey make it light grey Oh wow, oblivion stump I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk f** off officer, I know I'm not drunk I could've sworn that Budweiser can read, 'fruit punch' [Verse 4] 1980's chilling, k**ing like a villain Jason Voorhees on my back and all we do drug dealing My name is Brian, Minecraft never lying I let the family ties in, smoking know my eyes lit Leaving it to Beaver, should we rape or tease her? Hang on got some tweezers, let me give some teeth work My weekend cost a kilo She already know though My brain is filled with dick jokes I'll change my name to Dick Jones