Reckless Dex - The Way It Goes lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] East Side ‘til I die ho, f** you to my rivals Holy Bible, a**ault, rifle I'm high as hell like Micheal Jackson on propofol, Tylenol, howdy y'all? Hatin' n***as I'm ridin' off In A spaceship on gold D's I freebased then OD'd then I wake up in the ER Why am I such a retard? Your girlfriend such a sweetheart She gave me head in a cheap car In the back seat, we are not alike I'm a monster with a gun sir in a trench coat Say one word to me wrong, then It's click-clack, pow-pow, 6 feet under Yup, put a little coke in my nose Okay, I wanna f** Marilyn Monroe If I can't get the p**y I'll be satistfied if she Let me put my dick on the side of her toes M.O.B., no time for hoes Dick hang like no time for clothes After I bust, vamonos then I'll take these hoes at the Domino's I crumble those p**y rappers then stuff his a** in an envelope Shout out to my homeboys who can't smoke because they're on parole Pour beer on the b**hes head while gettin' head Get so high, forget my name She called me Jarren, I slapped the ho, b**h this is Fred I'm gettin' bread like Pillsbury The p**y can't be real hairy If she looks like Chewbacca with no clothes on, that's real scary I put the beat in a body bag, then throw that sh** in the crematory Mr bartender I'll throw a Molotov co*ktail at your green Ferrari My brains on the back of a milk box f** y'all, kick rocks The way that I murdered these verses f** it, you might as well say I k**ed Hip-Hop [Hook: Planet IV] So tell that hatin' n***a he can go and eat a dick Cause to be honest really I don't give a sh** I got a burner for my enemies and foes Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes And if you see me pullin' up in with my clique Just know we came to go retarded in this b**h We got no manners, no respect, well I suppose Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] Thank God for My Grandma's Basement I coulda been livin' on the pavement I woop a n***a's a** like Texas Walker and spaz on hoes like cavemen Nah n***a these ain't Ray-Bans I'm throwed off b**h like Rayman Made a p**y pop then breakdance ‘Til my dick kiss the Holy Ghost, b**h Amen Christian Dior my fragrance America caucasians' favorite n***a, put a f**in' rapper on a grill with a side of collard greens and ate ‘em I'm still tryna f** Candy Latham, now I can probably f** Raven- Symoné, show up at her house at night with a side of that Canadian bacon Yeah, As-Salāmu 'Alaikum, Rambo gun b**h, spray ‘em f** y'all n***as still hatin', f** these hoes don't save ‘em I keep a hat low like Raiden, get blown with Eddie Van Halen Knock-knock, anybody home in my head, y'all hoes know my f**in' brain's vacant b**h, I came off of a Wu-Tang, gettin' paper like Bruce Wayne I got an Asian ho that s** dick and do Kung-Fu like Liu Kang Blowin' gasoline and butane, my last album had 2 Chainz Yeah I'm tryna eat every rapper, I'm a f**in' beast on that food chain, b**h! [Hook] [Verse 3: Planet VI] It's Planet VI in this b-i-t-c-h and I see why I receive hate Cause even back when I was me how they couldn't see May ironic, so sick that it makes ya vomit Ladies wanna f** my pockets to make love to my wallet Instead they said if I hoppin' on top of my dick like a rabbit Pull my plug in her socket sit back I just let hot rocket And you don't know how we to drop it Is it a bird or is it a plane b**h, I'm more like an unidentified flyin' object, I'm alien fresh Now you can see how an alien dress Ain't no time for takin' a rest Cookin' up raps when I'm in the both I might as well put my hair in net But I don't think that they hearing me yet Should I yell, should I scream Just so you could know what the f** I mean Didn't nobody tell you that I'm crazy And I'm insane at the same damn time Since I was a baby it was my plan of makin' the game mine Throwin' up V-I, please do not mistake that for a gang sign And I'm a P.I.M.P., so you know that I only attract dimes I'm number eleven on top of the Richter scale I'm k**in' the game and spittin' them bars So I should get sent to jail I'm out of your league ho Now all I see is green, pockets on Cee-Lo Ballin' on these foul a** n***as, f** a free throw [Hook]