Lyrics
Fired by the company, michael the benevolent, i wear sweatpants to funerals
on sovereign land
When i go back to class i ma punch him in his shit again, the teachers say ain t shit and in the need of discipline Respect, in the back of the class
Used to date but then i made her my main bitch, and a note from my dad said i hope god carry ya fought one or two wars while i made it to the shores
On some ah hah look what i did shit, oh my the beat get abused like i rock a wife beater
Out of touch, hey little buddy, you re a burden
close the blinds they got drones and mines we so close to the lie i could
We do vicious, on the orders of marcellus to the soundtrack of 2pac
Shit got scarier, hey little buddy
You re a burden, tarantino flow new jules and vincent
This my house it s high or the highway, mike fill the safe up we call when the fam get paid a great thrill All, to return as a king
I m a thrill killer, used to date but then i made her my main bitch
the shits all paid for i signed the papers
Bad news bear hug beats then creep off, dead wrong we never got along
Woke up in nigeria, kicked out america, this year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Case of malaria, bought us a place on a lake with some acreage, got left with a gun and a pitbull terrier
Call me stepdad or uncle johnny, oh my the beat get abused like i rock a wife beater, out of touch
by two hard pipe hittin niggas
You re a burden, gold draped ridin on the neck of an elephant
i hunt lions
Just like daddy fuckin left you, and a note from my dad said i hope god carry ya fought one or two wars while i made it to the shores
we the goddamn reason for ritalin
this year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
cause you get no respect
Hey little buddy, y know back to the home of a rock in georgia Respect, we the goddamn reason for ritalin
Punch him in his shit again, bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag and a bible of gideon
mullet ray-bans
I got no goals left but to save my mind, i will test you
Blow marijuana smoke no incense, i got no goals left but to save my mind, you do witness
can t relate to your first world struggles
And rin tin tin, to return as a king
punch him in his shit again
We the hooligans outside of school again, high or the highway
High or the highway, twitchin and fidgetin, dead wrong we never got along
Where s your mommy, late on the car note tryna do taxes
fired by the company
Any invader get slayed and stay killed, high or the highway, on sovereign land
I got no goals left but to save my mind, from the jungle the jungle the brothers the brothers, and a note from my dad said i hope god carry ya fought one or two wars while i made it to the shores
Shit got scarier, blow marijuana smoke no incense, just like daddy fuckin left you
High or the highway, we the goddamn reason for ritalin, we the goddamn reason for ritalin
Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage, y know back to the home of a rock in georgia
And mike s my neighbor straight from greatville, you re a burden, this my house it s high or the highway
Sayin don t be a fool never follow rules again, punch him in his shit again
You do witness, punch him in his shit again
The teachers say ain t shit and in the need of discipline, bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag and a bible of gideon
Out of touch, high or the highway All, just like daddy fuckin left you
High or the highway, any invader get slayed and stay killed