Rhyme Asylum - k**ing Larry lyrics
Song is from 9:00 — 12:57 (Does NASA have to get permission from someone?) Hook: Tin foil fronts in Even when I'm munching Ha,ha Tin foil fronts in Even when I'm munching Tin foil fronts in Even when I'm munching Tin foil fronts Even when I'm munching Verse 1: (Lee Scott) Used to say "Ay Lee what you wanna be when you're older? Providing you haven't met Jehovah" And America is yet to blow the Moon up And I always answer with the same "I haven't got a clue" Then I heard Mr.T rap and now I'm trying to make history Like Lil' B's cat Grandiose but I don't have to boast I look boss and everybody's laughing at me jokes But I don't play games if I did I'd hunt a Duck While I puff a blunt and f** a s*ut At least that's what I should be sayin' cause rappers are running Round all day biting each other like a bunch of Puppys playin' And I'd love to stay and help But this money isn't gonna make itself They say "Do what you can do." No I'd rather beat a dead horse and then flog it for glue I think if I'm paranoid then it's probably true And it's probably why I got a problem with you (Hook) Verse 2: (Bill Shakes) Blag answers Bad manners Confiscate ya is getting black mamba Hourgla** san-ganja splab light? What the France is that? In fact have it back With a back-handed slap No feelings from me Jack Daniel's flask Smash with no standards to keep Fall flat on me face And land on me feet What an extravagant feat For the cold saggin' champ of the week With Gandhi's physique No Actionman rollin baccy with me Baccy to me is a have a sack of weed with a key inside With beady eyes gleaming 'Why?' Give us a piece of ya pie Keep in line Swallow your words and eat your pride Even Jesus cried when he seen this guy Smoke legal highs Don't trust em Been green supply there green is dry Smoke dustbins for something to Leave me dome busted open From a dumb explosion Brunt out a wooden door Look who's home Waterfalls leaking from punctured holes (Hook) Verse 3: (Possessed) f** your life and everyone in it I'm sick to d**h of your gimmicks And haven't a scrap of respect for ya image In fact my tolerance has been stretched to the limit f**in' parasites feedin' off the poetically gifted They have to die Raise the room temperature to Fahrenheit 451 Before the contracts are singed Reject a record deal offered by the Prince of Darkness Won't accept it Never have, never will Abandon my goals and miss my targets Sabotage ladder of success with demolition charges So disenchanted cause ain't sh** changed Switch them roes-tinted gla**es for "They Live" shades And seek the truth Accept nothin' without seeing proof Take shots in the dark until the lights start seeping through And my personal interpretation of the game Is it's lame And only worthy of extermination