XXXIX Empire - -Dean Ambrose Out This b**h by Jimmy Carter lyrics

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XXXIX Empire - -Dean Ambrose Out This b**h by Jimmy Carter lyrics

I brought the chaos on some over the head sh** Ma f**ers can't get they bread because Jimmy will dead sh** My dope got the meds ripped; kryptonite-causing bleeding like a set trip Bet it gets f**ed up come play and pitch to me I hit homers off the Ken Griffey. That's code name for a vaped spliffy I can Out-Drake-Drake in a millisecond Watch Sun King k** a peasant and Maxx 39 catch a bid for wrecking Dropin science but the kid go scientology nuts My biology is clutch, Smoke with no crutch I'm Raw Mondays get smacked on Tuesday No blunts to use haze, apologies to the Dutch Flex like a funk master You skunk ba*tard, you smoke skunk you get pa**ed after Trying to teach like a blast master Style is so predictable; my six flags flash pa** tagged ya I pa** the line on you to finally bill a fine on you No hammer, I just pull the 39 on you Empires rising, shrimps are expiring Not meant to be hiring for the job to grant peace among those who are admiring Respect like Franklins hit, I got good at that, I sank your ship G head to toe; you might be G ankle to hip But I thank you for being able to trip My Kool aid I grant you a sip, stamp you a kiss on a dedication No kiss of d**h, your Jaded Kiss can't wish with Satan Obliteration on your mental status No Zuckerburg on the curb shooting dice with your Namesake Like bad s** you came quick into the radar But you an outfielder: stay back, you play far Notices there's a lot of you's I'm not saying names I can go 39 frames of displaying lames--dismaying fame Broken leg, I ain't playing games Use to give a f** now I truly fake the shame Celebrated hatred is your problem, word to my chain Goku ya a** you all insane Yo But hey! What more can I say? Imploring decay of exploring a day Of peace love and happiness, the boring relay Relying on pay to find a brighter way Out the blue it's beyond saying like girls of Jay I don't believe but I know I'm on the right page Like Maxwell middle name but I'm f**ing Jimmy Carter and I came to stay get out my way I'll shout my case up out my face until I raise From the field of angry days, unpleasant hanging phase that's playing rage to my brain It stays there displaying a daze, I walk away from the evil It can't follow me forever Legs deleterious Mind bending contemplation Wanting patience, in religion {it's partly Satan} Highest maintenance that's why I get high like fly a** patients Out the dispensary This sh** is elementary No sh** Sherlock, my burlap sack is covered in mad keef Looking like that sh** I don't like when I'm in the spot son I'm a Chief on sight Put a repeat on the mic, I got anchorman s** sk**s Foursomes singing songs of afternoon delight Fantasies exposing breast sizes, check surprises Looking for ladies whose intellect mesmerizes Where's Kayla, Where's Victoria, Where's Mariah? You can catch us drumming up like we Jeremiah Give your lady a reason not to wear attire Share insiders like we stock trading corruption That's what you feel when your caught making a**umptions Make sure that I'm bumping, all my sh** is thumping Like I'm the Junk Yard Dog, peace beloved Tell these cats to shove it; I'm out in public Smoking joints on bikes in public, I like to run it, my mic is buzzing Get the f** out of my sight you bugging You ain't hot - you only light the oven Don't spite my cousin I'm lyrically Charlie Munger with gnarly hunger Sex with twins I wonder, make them rain and thunder Smoke a stain, put the whole f**ing day on Tumblr We did gymnastics and yes she is a tumbler Perfect 10, I'm NXT in this b**h No way Jose, I got mango for sale CBD make the boom burn speeds of snail Just water and mad tea, I can drink like a whale Alcohol makes me negative as well as the lack of sleep My whole life I've been the blackest sheep To sit in ciphers of cynical separatist I fail to ask for seats The fingers of a poet, THC marks the prints I'm King I'm Prince I'm King I'm King I'm Prince (My) thing is this, wanna be legit? To the self-destructive thoughts you must plead the fifth The vibes can speak the gist But it is your job to weaken the grip of seeking bliss from a sinking ship sh**..

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