Yeah, what up, Poelito
Long time coming
F*ck that What's meant to be will be
True
Welcome to the Thunderdome
The sun is gone and nobody have a telephone
And you never know if you ever gonna make it home
Cause you standing naked with a rapist and his face is gone that aint me though
And I ain't even got an apron on
Eating grapefruit pommes, lightsaber on
Playing my favorite song while your bitch gets fellation
And don't correct my grammar, my dialect bananas
You try and flex, I'll scam you I don't invest in Sanders
What that means is I don't buy your bull
I won't deny your dreams, but who you trying to fool
At any place ride, you can die at any time
I'm designed to pen and rhyme, buff and grime like Ginuwine
Or maybe I met that dude who pisses
I don't give a f*ck like a Jew on Christmas
Your boo needs a new beautician
While my bitches be the cutest, and they food delicious
After the three course meal, she gon' do the dishes
The tool is itching, you best not move suspicious
Yeah I got shot in the leg, but I ain't a clueless victim
Like if you met Alicia Silverstone and run a scam on her
I swear this be the last time you dear honor
Puffing on the finest, sipping on some rare lager
Preaching anarchy to Rockefeller's granddaughter
I murder all the politicians, but I spare farmers
Listening to Nostradamus because he prepared all of us
Soon gonna be nothing but flames and rain star dust
If you only got a small time frame, that's a change our luck
You can blame the pain, but the pain won't stop us
What I really mean is pain won't stop for anyone
God's had enough and here he comes
I've had it up, I'm feeling numb
All those laughs ain't did enough
Even this nasty little slut, I'm still asking for some love
Her ass is hazmat, her cat be bad for my lungs
I don't need a mask, I laugh when I blast at you punks
You only got cash at the last of the month
I get half of your girl's tax because that's what I want
Bring it back, free crack with your lunch
I really clash with a bum
You never at where you're from
Why's that? You a rat Why you ask? Don't be dumb
I'm a Mack on the track Matter of fact, jack I'm done
It's a rap, run laps over cats and I'm fat
What the f*ck
What up Poelito
Welcome to the Thunderdome
Where the f*ck I'm from
Bitch, I'm in your closet
Shut the f*ck up, cluck ups
Tell your chicken my dick is thickening
Thanks for watching
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Yeah, what up, Poelito
Long time coming
F*ck that What's meant to be will be
True
Welcome to the Thunderdome
The sun is gone and nobody have a telephone
And you never know if you ever gonna make it home
Cause you standing naked with a rapist and his face is gone that aint me though
And I ain't even got an apron on
Eating grapefruit pommes, lightsaber on
Playing my favorite song while your bitch gets fellation
And don't correct my grammar, my dialect bananas
You try and flex, I'll scam you I don't invest in Sanders
What that means is I don't buy your bull
I won't deny your dreams, but who you trying to fool
At any place ride, you can die at any time
I'm designed to pen and rhyme, buff and grime like Ginuwine
Or maybe I met that dude who pisses
I don't give a f*ck like a Jew on Christmas
Your boo needs a new beautician
While my bitches be the cutest, and they food delicious
After the three course meal, she gon' do the dishes
The tool is itching, you best not move suspicious
Yeah I got shot in the leg, but I ain't a clueless victim
Like if you met Alicia Silverstone and run a scam on her
I swear this be the last time you dear honor
Puffing on the finest, sipping on some rare lager
Preaching anarchy to Rockefeller's granddaughter
I murder all the politicians, but I spare farmers
Listening to Nostradamus because he prepared all of us
Soon gonna be nothing but flames and rain star dust
If you only got a small time frame, that's a change our luck
You can blame the pain, but the pain won't stop us
What I really mean is pain won't stop for anyone
God's had enough and here he comes
I've had it up, I'm feeling numb
All those laughs ain't did enough
Even this nasty little slut, I'm still asking for some love
Her ass is hazmat, her cat be bad for my lungs
I don't need a mask, I laugh when I blast at you punks
You only got cash at the last of the month
I get half of your girl's tax because that's what I want
Bring it back, free crack with your lunch
I really clash with a bum
You never at where you're from
Why's that? You a rat Why you ask? Don't be dumb
I'm a Mack on the track Matter of fact, jack I'm done
It's a rap, run laps over cats and I'm fat
What the f*ck
What up Poelito
Welcome to the Thunderdome
Where the f*ck I'm from
Bitch, I'm in your closet
Shut the f*ck up, cluck ups
Tell your chicken my dick is thickening
Thanks for watching
Long time coming
F*ck that What's meant to be will be
True
Welcome to the Thunderdome
The sun is gone and nobody have a telephone
And you never know if you ever gonna make it home
Cause you standing naked with a rapist and his face is gone that aint me though
And I ain't even got an apron on
Eating grapefruit pommes, lightsaber on
Playing my favorite song while your bitch gets fellation
And don't correct my grammar, my dialect bananas
You try and flex, I'll scam you I don't invest in Sanders
What that means is I don't buy your bull
I won't deny your dreams, but who you trying to fool
At any place ride, you can die at any time
I'm designed to pen and rhyme, buff and grime like Ginuwine
Or maybe I met that dude who pisses
I don't give a f*ck like a Jew on Christmas
Your boo needs a new beautician
While my bitches be the cutest, and they food delicious
After the three course meal, she gon' do the dishes
The tool is itching, you best not move suspicious
Yeah I got shot in the leg, but I ain't a clueless victim
Like if you met Alicia Silverstone and run a scam on her
I swear this be the last time you dear honor
Puffing on the finest, sipping on some rare lager
Preaching anarchy to Rockefeller's granddaughter
I murder all the politicians, but I spare farmers
Listening to Nostradamus because he prepared all of us
Soon gonna be nothing but flames and rain star dust
If you only got a small time frame, that's a change our luck
You can blame the pain, but the pain won't stop us
What I really mean is pain won't stop for anyone
God's had enough and here he comes
I've had it up, I'm feeling numb
All those laughs ain't did enough
Even this nasty little slut, I'm still asking for some love
Her ass is hazmat, her cat be bad for my lungs
I don't need a mask, I laugh when I blast at you punks
You only got cash at the last of the month
I get half of your girl's tax because that's what I want
Bring it back, free crack with your lunch
I really clash with a bum
You never at where you're from
Why's that? You a rat Why you ask? Don't be dumb
I'm a Mack on the track Matter of fact, jack I'm done
It's a rap, run laps over cats and I'm fat
What the f*ck
What up Poelito
Welcome to the Thunderdome
Where the f*ck I'm from
Bitch, I'm in your closet
Shut the f*ck up, cluck ups
Tell your chicken my dick is thickening
Thanks for watching
Writer: Michael Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid