Alex Dionisio - Side B Segment 4 lyrics

Cash, yo, didn’t have, but he gotta get
He a man mama, stand back, pops couldn’t
Give a dough, shit
Couldn’t give a cat any want
Have a lot of problem like me, dick small
Plus I can’t get chick at all
Plus I got the manual read
Plus you can’t have me, m the c
The letters of the devil, devil can read
Devil is back, yo, you rebels on me
You revel the relish, ate it come please
Can I some more? Serve another
One is in order
Musta havе no money, musta have to
Go back to this cunt, cunny
Yo, caddie and all, wanna shack, yo
Kiss my black bat this tan
Not from takе his shirt off but from all
This eighteen holes I had to work up
Work I had to work off
Going back home and a drink gon’ help me out
So I gotta get the come out
Yo, where’s it coming? Cummy
That’s just funny
Where the fuck the ladies at to
Help me do something? No
Believe I would tell ‘em, to
Get a man with cheese, a white man breeds
I’m left in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone, at the wrist, maybe the neck
If I have so much risk
I’ll have the balls and courage to slice
It off at the nerve tip
I’m at the ending soon, I’m gonna
Come back to part two, this is it
Alchemist with the bitch, Alchemist puts
A hand on the blouse, tracks
Goes down the skirt, she leaves
Work, she leaves for you
And when you do it to her, you all alone
Dude musta been a dusty thing if
You wanted nothing to do
When you got bust with your bust in your hand
White with the cliques
An old shirt in the laundry
Basket clean your old work
Baby with the cigar
Oral cancer while you stick a dick in the
Balls kiss some when you white fat
And you professional looking to work
Get your wife ‘cause you a jerk
Lesbian, eat some beans
Go back home and it’s
Be these chimpanzees and
Seasons change and like me when I have to
Be putting up with a white breezy
A redhead freckled face
How’d you like to meet with my speckled daze
I mean the devil, he’s just a man
Lives next door to me and that’s flowers
And flowers to came
The scene all beautiful but you just hating
Oh my lord, oh it’s won
And you lost a hundred and all them gone
Boy with the b, boy with the z
He finished that off quickly
Oh, did I mention that I am
A transvestite dike Asian corrected?
Yes, they hated him
Masturbated a white boy with tall blonde hair
I just jerked myself off and busted
On a stuffed animal there
Alex is sick, Alex cannot be fixed
This is a dead man
In fact it’s a ghost, but if he was brown
How’d he come back in a lighter skin tone?
Please, your mom is just cooler
Than my mom ‘cause my
Mom is too white racist
Combined and she’s small
She doesn’t have a voice
But to say the same shit over again
It makes me paranoid please, dad
Would you stop being these bad uncool man?
Plus my bro is fag, walks around
Like it, plus my brother Elliott
I don’t know where the fuck this guy is
Me, me like anyone, anyone that’s
Not on this earth, i’m like an alien
Please, plus my dick, suck this shit ’til
There’s nothing in, huh, must’ve head bust
The mustard in a good friend
So I don’t trust it look at my mom
Lady Gaga’s cameltoe I wanna put
My mouth on slow, i wanna suck that out
Mama doesn’t know what it means
So I’ma be out
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-, say b-b-b-b-b-b-b-, I’m so
Nervous, I can’t speak, b-b-b-b-b-b-b-
This is so bullshit
My teachers before was a white
Poor gould and shit elliott Gould
Well he’s on the toilet for good
But come back in the
Form of clean water where that big
Ole piece of shit go, it’s no more so
Eh, eh eh eh eh
Golf courses are some shi-i-i-it
Everything is gone
I don’t take pleasure so this bullet’s
Gonna be my last pleasure
Probably complain about a man
How his body can’t take care of his plan
I’m not Pitbull but I can sure shit on a man
There are no Asians in rap and
As a fan of that, i’m sure ashamed of that

This a freestyle at it's utmost
To crack the tape recorder
I sure wanna strike forth on some boy
Put me in jail, that’s what I want
Yeah this rap needs to be passion
Sure I’m in a car accident from car crashing
There must be something to dust or brush
I’m a
Curse, an employee can hear all of ‘em
You hear all of it before I’m done
Be stick me in a restricted crib with a
Buzz on up and it's made
Out of medal, not wood, forget him
And if I had another chance, probably have
My hand grasping and gone to blast
Bad in the bad
My bones is cripped, my blood is
Collapsed, so is my lip
Suck my ass and you can suck all
This shit from the shit that passed
Listen to me

She probably complain about a man
About he can’t go through with his plan
I’m not pitbull, but I can sure poop on land
There’s not many Asians in the game
So I’ma make this changing
I’m way with the picket sign

She probably complain about a man
How he can’t go through
With his fucking plans
I’m not Pitbull, but I can poop on
A man, hip-hop needs to be better
Especially after it resurrect from
The dead one

Complain if I said it, probably
Come with the guns, probably aim
If god is a body, but I
Can’t see the man, I can’t, can you?
I bring ‘em on, I let ‘em prove temptation on
Ali throw the punch, boy, throw
Throw the punch, I’m gone, he
Had heat from the weed ‘cause he rolled
It up and his flame’s on me
Pulled out the lighter
Struck that thing and you can
See orange to lighter
And it’s like he gotta be poor
It’s like only the poor have psychological
Problems so they go and rap
Or they go and steal something
That don’t belong to ‘em
Probably got it from the bucks
Probably gonna take it even if it wasn’t ours
I can expect one thing when I work
And go work up a storm if I wake up long job
Searching and internet search engines
When the recession
Should’ve had jobs like those
With high incomes
Wanna snap even though I have nothing
What I mean, that’s the reason
That I keep bumping
Keep on churning out shit and rap to make
Y’all learn about and flip the lady
Why should I be at the things of her
At the mood
Of her, if she don’t like, if she walk away
This is Alex Day
Yeah and I come with no charges
I come to charge at ‘em
With lots of these punches
Punchlines, lines to make you go
Out of yourself to
Think about ‘em, I’m thinking out the box
I charge out
And I don’t charge you dollar amounts, I only
Take what I need and it forcibly, mr
A A to D like an alphabet, I cracked
It in two, you have to bet, this is true
There aren’t as many Asians in the game
As there first came in the game
There’s a shortage and I’m ashamed of this
You may say that it’s fudged
Rhyme and it don’t exactly
Go with every one of mine like the prior
But I pry you in two, baby liar, baby girl
Who’s your baby? Who’s your daddy? Is he gone
For the weekend or is it lately?
Just forever he’s gone
You’re never gonna see him ever
I’m pissed and then you probably is too but
You’re missing it and probably is hiding it
It’s somewhere to be found and shit
If it is a cunt, man
I’m gonna split them and bite
This shit ‘cause I’m starving
And that ain’t to be calorie pumping and just
Storing ‘em in the big belly of life
Mister miss base is gonna be killing you
With knife, cut it is the word
I split then make ‘em come out compound word
Compound sentence make you out of your mind
And I push you out the door
Faster than I did last time
The last line, the punchline
This is lunchtime so we can dine
This, you can’t even be like the be
Right, Alex D is tight, alright, dip it done