Yo I need you to tweet this out
(Tweet TheBasterds)
I never really done Twitter so...
(Tweet TheBasterds)
Just hear me out and if you like it just post it
Laabdog
Oh no here he come again
The God, the legend Eminem
He came he saw he conquered then
And now he came back to reclaim the golden chalice
Alice in that wonderland need saving bad
The whole things wack
It's crazy how these basterds rap
With faces painted like my little daughter
Not a father but all they crazy fans
Think it's cool to have a kid after another
With no need for dad, or money
Think it's crazy funny
How its brain dead individuals
Who make that money
Make me mad
But just a drag
Don't really think about it for real
I got my mind on my money and making it real
I made a deal, with the Devil himself (Devil himself)
I make a billion or i give him the shell
I do it well, i think and i try
Just giving props to the, to the father, the guy
The G-O-A-T, the one who raised me
My friend since i was 10
200! 2003
I'm old as f*ck
I was s'pose to be a millionaire by 21
Dumb FUCK SHIT, should've sat down and read
10 page a day is almost 15 books
Thats more than you said
F*ck!
Just got to sit and obey
I'm young as f*ck though really
So no need to stray
Away from course anymore
I keep the smokes
But i don't gamble anymore
Thats out the door
Thats way back when
That kills the mind and kills the soul
(I wonder if its there no more
I don't feel it really)
I'm just kidding
Its the only thing that gets me through the dungeon doors
1000 years of torture wouldn't phase the tortured soul you know
I need to bring this out the door
Unleash my mind into the world
I need to kill it!
My inspiration, though is Eminem, the greatest section
Role Model
If I Had, Stan, Square Dance
And Brain Damage
The skits with Ken Kaniff
The satin red
On the album covers
White America
You built this shit
No need to cover
We need to take it back
The dumb ass rappers just the symptom of the ambiance
When you can't say what you want
When what you say gets you f*cked
Then crazy 69's and lil pumps hover above
And come clobber on the children who
Just innocent prey
They start to chant they want the zanz
(What the f*ck did they say?)
If they want zanz
I want shrooms, and DMT
The psychedelics
They got 14 year olds chanting for the zanz
But where the parents at?
Parents on them zanz
Or on the ambians
Where the f*ck real rapping at?
Prescription overload
Where the f*ck real rapping at?
Prescription OVERDOSE
Where the f*ck real rapping at?
(R.I.P. Mac)
Don't just talk it on the tatted facet faces
Gotta act it in the private public places
The disgrace is when the syllables uttered
Are slowly gutted away
The message is muddled
I see a man huddled on zanny's for fun
You dumb f*ck, wake up, go and get what you want
It's either that or its not
It's not the line at the trunk
This the only ride, we're ever really sure that we on
I'd keep on going but this tweet seems long enough
I love you all
And praise the Lord, and Jesus Christ
The only truest goat
Morning, afternoon, or good night
HOPE to see 'y'all soon
Love,
Laabdog
And like Tony said
BOOM!
(Yo that shit is way too long for Twitter
Twitter's like 240 characters max bro
That is way too long
Your gonna have to shorten that up)
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Yo I need you to tweet this out
(Tweet TheBasterds)
I never really done Twitter so...
(Tweet TheBasterds)
Just hear me out and if you like it just post it
Laabdog
Oh no here he come again
The God, the legend Eminem
He came he saw he conquered then
And now he came back to reclaim the golden chalice
Alice in that wonderland need saving bad
The whole things wack
It's crazy how these basterds rap
With faces painted like my little daughter
Not a father but all they crazy fans
Think it's cool to have a kid after another
With no need for dad, or money
Think it's crazy funny
How its brain dead individuals
Who make that money
Make me mad
But just a drag
Don't really think about it for real
I got my mind on my money and making it real
I made a deal, with the Devil himself (Devil himself)
I make a billion or i give him the shell
I do it well, i think and i try
Just giving props to the, to the father, the guy
The G-O-A-T, the one who raised me
My friend since i was 10
200! 2003
I'm old as f*ck
I was s'pose to be a millionaire by 21
Dumb FUCK SHIT, should've sat down and read
10 page a day is almost 15 books
Thats more than you said
F*ck!
Just got to sit and obey
I'm young as f*ck though really
So no need to stray
Away from course anymore
I keep the smokes
But i don't gamble anymore
Thats out the door
Thats way back when
That kills the mind and kills the soul
(I wonder if its there no more
I don't feel it really)
I'm just kidding
Its the only thing that gets me through the dungeon doors
1000 years of torture wouldn't phase the tortured soul you know
I need to bring this out the door
Unleash my mind into the world
I need to kill it!
My inspiration, though is Eminem, the greatest section
Role Model
If I Had, Stan, Square Dance
And Brain Damage
The skits with Ken Kaniff
The satin red
On the album covers
White America
You built this shit
No need to cover
We need to take it back
The dumb ass rappers just the symptom of the ambiance
When you can't say what you want
When what you say gets you f*cked
Then crazy 69's and lil pumps hover above
And come clobber on the children who
Just innocent prey
They start to chant they want the zanz
(What the f*ck did they say?)
If they want zanz
I want shrooms, and DMT
The psychedelics
They got 14 year olds chanting for the zanz
But where the parents at?
Parents on them zanz
Or on the ambians
Where the f*ck real rapping at?
Prescription overload
Where the f*ck real rapping at?
Prescription OVERDOSE
Where the f*ck real rapping at?
(R.I.P. Mac)
Don't just talk it on the tatted facet faces
Gotta act it in the private public places
The disgrace is when the syllables uttered
Are slowly gutted away
The message is muddled
I see a man huddled on zanny's for fun
You dumb f*ck, wake up, go and get what you want
It's either that or its not
It's not the line at the trunk
This the only ride, we're ever really sure that we on
I'd keep on going but this tweet seems long enough
I love you all
And praise the Lord, and Jesus Christ
The only truest goat
Morning, afternoon, or good night
HOPE to see 'y'all soon
Love,
Laabdog
And like Tony said
BOOM!
(Yo that shit is way too long for Twitter
Twitter's like 240 characters max bro
That is way too long
Your gonna have to shorten that up)
(Tweet TheBasterds)
I never really done Twitter so...
(Tweet TheBasterds)
Just hear me out and if you like it just post it
Laabdog
Oh no here he come again
The God, the legend Eminem
He came he saw he conquered then
And now he came back to reclaim the golden chalice
Alice in that wonderland need saving bad
The whole things wack
It's crazy how these basterds rap
With faces painted like my little daughter
Not a father but all they crazy fans
Think it's cool to have a kid after another
With no need for dad, or money
Think it's crazy funny
How its brain dead individuals
Who make that money
Make me mad
But just a drag
Don't really think about it for real
I got my mind on my money and making it real
I made a deal, with the Devil himself (Devil himself)
I make a billion or i give him the shell
I do it well, i think and i try
Just giving props to the, to the father, the guy
The G-O-A-T, the one who raised me
My friend since i was 10
200! 2003
I'm old as f*ck
I was s'pose to be a millionaire by 21
Dumb FUCK SHIT, should've sat down and read
10 page a day is almost 15 books
Thats more than you said
F*ck!
Just got to sit and obey
I'm young as f*ck though really
So no need to stray
Away from course anymore
I keep the smokes
But i don't gamble anymore
Thats out the door
Thats way back when
That kills the mind and kills the soul
(I wonder if its there no more
I don't feel it really)
I'm just kidding
Its the only thing that gets me through the dungeon doors
1000 years of torture wouldn't phase the tortured soul you know
I need to bring this out the door
Unleash my mind into the world
I need to kill it!
My inspiration, though is Eminem, the greatest section
Role Model
If I Had, Stan, Square Dance
And Brain Damage
The skits with Ken Kaniff
The satin red
On the album covers
White America
You built this shit
No need to cover
We need to take it back
The dumb ass rappers just the symptom of the ambiance
When you can't say what you want
When what you say gets you f*cked
Then crazy 69's and lil pumps hover above
And come clobber on the children who
Just innocent prey
They start to chant they want the zanz
(What the f*ck did they say?)
If they want zanz
I want shrooms, and DMT
The psychedelics
They got 14 year olds chanting for the zanz
But where the parents at?
Parents on them zanz
Or on the ambians
Where the f*ck real rapping at?
Prescription overload
Where the f*ck real rapping at?
Prescription OVERDOSE
Where the f*ck real rapping at?
(R.I.P. Mac)
Don't just talk it on the tatted facet faces
Gotta act it in the private public places
The disgrace is when the syllables uttered
Are slowly gutted away
The message is muddled
I see a man huddled on zanny's for fun
You dumb f*ck, wake up, go and get what you want
It's either that or its not
It's not the line at the trunk
This the only ride, we're ever really sure that we on
I'd keep on going but this tweet seems long enough
I love you all
And praise the Lord, and Jesus Christ
The only truest goat
Morning, afternoon, or good night
HOPE to see 'y'all soon
Love,
Laabdog
And like Tony said
BOOM!
(Yo that shit is way too long for Twitter
Twitter's like 240 characters max bro
That is way too long
Your gonna have to shorten that up)
Writer: LAAB DOG
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