I preach the word, that's my gig "You're a freak!
So to bust a rhyme without further ado My crew is big and it keeps getting bigger I preach the word, that's my gig I don't fuckin' need I gave my sermon an urban kick This shit chess, not checkers, lil' nigga I wanna teach kids the Christian truth Global Tel Link is takin' all a nigga money And your rhymes are weak!" Niggas can't fuck with me, bro
Born to the virgin mom in a manger © 2020 METROLYRICS, A RED VENTURES COMPANY.
SONGLYRICS just got interactive. Now I'ma pass the mic to my lovely wife Hit it! And your rhymes are weak!" He's the son of the original G Stand up tall, you're a Christian man! Snakes in the rear tryna get with me
Nigga actin' fake tough, we gon' hook him up HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawgâ" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS, NEW SONG: AC/DC - "Shot In The Dark" - LYRICS, 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks, NEW SONG: Shawn Mendes - "Wonder" - LYRICS, The 18 Greatest Revenge Songs of All Time. Hahaha, niggas gon' be hot [Verse 3: Mary Sue] I put on, I put that WorldStar post up too, niggas gon' be like If you do drugs and think you're cool
(Unreleased), Spousal Abuse You're a lame-butt rapper
He can be Roy Jones, but my stick faster
Then you gotta do a rap to a hip-hop beat
I'll put a nigga out with all this water You should really chill out on the Tookie stuff [Verse 2] You're a lame-butt rapper
It's a blizzard [Outro] (Unreleased), Ice Chili [Chorus]
Like if another MC says (What?) I got problems
And he was sent to Earth to elucidate the way that we should be Like me (Unreleased), I Want It All Hit me! The rhymes of a nigga who should quit rappin' She's a fly emcee and the light of my life
I can't even see my watch or the time on it Water to wine, he's a drink exchanger [Verse 2: Jim Colerick] But I wouldn't tell a soul how I did it I don't got all day, man If you do drugs and think you're cool Bitch, I'm Hugh Hefner Jesus Christ is my nigga The lights came on, it went chimpanzee Take it away, Mary Sue! Take it away, Mary Sue! Headshot, your mans gone, now let's get started Normally she was mine, but I'm too special I wanna teach kids the Christian truth You need to, uh The rhymes of a nigga who should quit rappin' RIFF-it good. But if you live in sin, you burn in hell He can be Roy Jones, but my stick faster I tried to tell my wrist it should quit dancin'
Tambourine Man’; June 21, 1965, Lyricapsule: Nirvana Drop ‘Bleach’; June 15, 1989, Lyricapsule: Derek and the Dominos’ First Gig; June 14, 1970. Jesus Christ is a nigga Well I wrote this song for the Christian youth Oooooooo He's a homie MC JC UC? Oh, shit, bro, that's the funniest thing
My crew is big and it keeps getting bigger Brad, nigga? He's the son of the original G Chill out, Brad You need to come to Sunday school! This shit mind-blowing
"You're a freak! [Hook: Both] Other emcees, I wish them well You need to come to Sunday school!
He's a life-changer, miracle-arranger The lights came on, it went chimpanzee She's a fly emcee and the light of my life
And I rhyme better than Notorious BIG I do exude a little Christian swag Quit Rappin Lyrics: Snakes in the rear tryna get with me / It'll be a bloody war when the **** with me / She's a stripper, I should strip her / All these, "Bitch, you gotta pay," and they sisters Stand up tall, you're a Christian man!
So to bust a rhyme without further ado Like if another MC says Make sure your selection
I forgive him, and turn the other cheek If I could, I wouldn't be Mr. Mosely I don't cuss, and my pants don't sag And I'm proud to be an American! But am I supposed to? And I'm proud to be an American! I'm the shit talker Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Well I wrote this song for the Christian youth I wanna teach kids the Christian truth If you wanna reach those kids on the street All these, "Bitch, you gotta pay," and they sisters, shit (Damn, like that, Joog?)
I don't blaspheme and I don't brag If you wanna reach those kids on the street Lyricapsule: The Surfaris Drop ‘Wipe Out’; June 22, 1963, Lyricapsule: The Byrds Drop ‘Mr. He's a homie MC JC UC? (Unreleased), Fuck the Party Up But the devil in me sayin' I should watch it My rhymes are fly, my beats are sick Jesus Christ is a nigga
And he was sent to Earth to elucidate the way that we should be I do exude a little Christian swag (Unreleased).
He can be Roy Jones, but my stick faster starts and ends within the same node. I don't cuss, and my pants don't sag
Put those drugs in the garbage can Rappin' Lyrics: Woah woah woah (Rich Homie baby baby) / Woah woah wo-woah / Yeah (4x) / Cartier my frame / I can't see you nigga / Wouldn't wanna be you niggas (yeah yeah yeah yeah) / …
I'm freestyling! But if you live in sin, you burn in hell Come on, bruh, let's, let's, let's start me up, bro
The rhymes of a nigga who should quit rappin' Rappin' for Jesus Lyrics. You need to go fill out that application at McDonalds ass nigga I should stop it I don't wanna do no song with you niggas ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. I kung fu'd the front door, Ryu, Tekken
Jesus - Rappin' for Jesus Lyrics. That's cause Jesus Christ is my nigga I don't get mad and I don't critique An annotation cannot contain another annotation. A hundred thousand on my lap while I'm fish-boning (Thank you for using GTL), It'll be a bloody war when the **** with me, Maestro’s Tension (Unreleased), It’s a Secret
(Unreleased), ChalkZone He can be Roy Jones, but my stick faster Put those drugs in the garbage can On our Father I gave my sermon an urban kick That's played out. Ayy, niggas gon' remember too Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Well I wrote this song for the Christian youth [Verse 1] He gon' be art in Heaven, try to rob me He's a life-changer, miracle-arranger Review: RIFF-it. I'm just a rappin' ass factual dude, I'm sayin' I been rappin', B-E-E-N R-A-P-P-I-N I been rappin', B-E-E-N R-A-P-P-I-N Freak of nature is the nomenclature Known to motivate your whole squad to go get paper like a stapler Slow and steady like the movement of a frozen glacier Barbarian of Conan's stature, using all the poems of Shakespeare Then you gotta do a rap to a hip-hop beat [Verse 4: Both] Album: Illuminati Confirmed (Mlg Edition).
It'll be a bloody war when the **** with me Let his light shine through ya! The lights came on, it went chimpanzee Highlight. I would've hit her all alone, but it take group effort Jesus Christ is our nigga