Respect My Conglomerate

Respect My Conglomerate文本歌词

I wasn't born mean I was pushed to trechary

I walked the streets looking for some puss to fetch me

I like a veggie brain, turn to mush

Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie

If he don't give me Kim things could get messy

So pass that ass to me, let me squish the left cheek

And pressed against the right one till it's smushed against me

And leave a dead body in the woods the mc

With the Christopher Reeves beef, we started off on the wrong foot

Or should I say fake leg, made outta wood? I shouldn't, yes I should

Riding through the hood, I'm chilling with Westwood

I'm quite mellow, a white fellow

My pee is bright yellow, I like jello,

I'm like hello

To a cute little dike on the mic,

'm kinda like...

Iron Mike cos I bite earlobes

Well, I must must say well uh

I'm just not gay well I

I'm must must say um well

See I'm the first to class and the last to leave

I mean I'm the first one to leave out of class, believe

That I'm a mailbox pimp in my heart til' I die

Even after I'm all gone and my ashes fry

Went from ashy guy, class clown this high

Runyons ave's the click,

D12's the gang

We been spitting; this **** since we was little baby's

Gaga googoo nana, nanny booboo?

Word to my homie Em, I'm just too too clever

A 45 shot'll leave a ************s face lop-sided

The kick from the barrel make you think I'm **** eyed-ed

When I bust it off in the crow, you start diving

Greg Louganis in over the bar, I ain't lyin'

Hot I ain't equal, it's not defying a soldier

Runyons Ave soldier equals death when it's over

There's nothing colder than *****s than understranded struggle

Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle

We been had the hussle, We been had the hussle

Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle

Me and Westwood blasting off

Jacking off in a pair of Acid Wash, bumping

Asher Roth

Crusin Gratiot till I damn near crash the car

Tryna smash a moth on the dash, hit the overpass-went off

Over the bridge, into on coming traffic

Caused a massive 42 car pile up, not a scratch at all

Hocked up holding a axe and saw

Jason mask is off

but my face is plastered in Tabasco sauce

Spitting flames, kicking fire out ya ass

Ya little bastard, you can pass it on, I'm battery acid dog

You don't wanna get my ass ticked off

I'm harder than playing basketball when I'm going through crack withdraw

****'s so big it's like estlastic

I tie it in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic

Crossed the path of plastic man, with a drastic force and went spastic

Put my ***** on Classic Sports

Respect My ConglomerateLRC歌词

I wasn't born mean I was pushed to trechary

I walked the streets looking for some puss to fetch me

I like a veggie brain, turn to mush

Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie

If he don't give me Kim things could get messy

So pass that ass to me, let me squish the left cheek

And pressed against the right one till it's smushed against me

And leave a dead body in the woods the mc

With the Christopher Reeves beef, we started off on the wrong foot

Or should I say fake leg, made outta wood? I shouldn't, yes I should

Riding through the hood, I'm chilling with Westwood

I'm quite mellow, a white fellow

My pee is bright yellow, I like jello,

I'm like hello

To a cute little dike on the mic,

'm kinda like...

Iron Mike cos I bite earlobes

Well, I must must say well uh

I'm just not gay well I

I'm must must say um well

See I'm the first to class and the last to leave

I mean I'm the first one to leave out of class, believe

That I'm a mailbox pimp in my heart til' I die

Even after I'm all gone and my ashes fry

Went from ashy guy, class clown this high

Runyons ave's the click,

D12's the gang

We been spitting; this **** since we was little baby's

Gaga googoo nana, nanny booboo?

Word to my homie Em, I'm just too too clever

A 45 shot'll leave a ************s face lop-sided

The kick from the barrel make you think I'm **** eyed-ed

When I bust it off in the crow, you start diving

Greg Louganis in over the bar, I ain't lyin'

Hot I ain't equal, it's not defying a soldier

Runyons Ave soldier equals death when it's over

There's nothing colder than *****s than understranded struggle

Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle

We been had the hussle, We been had the hussle

Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle

Me and Westwood blasting off

Jacking off in a pair of Acid Wash, bumping

Asher Roth

Crusin Gratiot till I damn near crash the car

Tryna smash a moth on the dash, hit the overpass-went off

Over the bridge, into on coming traffic

Caused a massive 42 car pile up, not a scratch at all

Hocked up holding a axe and saw

Jason mask is off

but my face is plastered in Tabasco sauce

Spitting flames, kicking fire out ya ass

Ya little bastard, you can pass it on, I'm battery acid dog

You don't wanna get my ass ticked off

I'm harder than playing basketball when I'm going through crack withdraw

****'s so big it's like estlastic

I tie it in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic

Crossed the path of plastic man, with a drastic force and went spastic

Put my ***** on Classic Sports