Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
I milk this game like udders, kill these faggots utterly.
I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile
I'm as sick as spoiled milk though my flow'll never expire
In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see
I milk this game like udders, kill these faggots utterly.
Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave
Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,
Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron
Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done
And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat
So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap
Top dropped down, black on black
And daddy's in the cadillac
And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot
Powered milk, late for rent, free lunch, and then hip hop,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >