The Game, Nobody - Yonkers Freestyle Base lyrics
[The Game, Nobody - Yonkers Freestyle Base lyrics]
Plus I'm a motherfucking bag it father
Plus I'm a fucking faggot
That fucks your maths
Off till I'm fucking your asthma proper
And that's a drastic motherfucker karma
So pop an acid tap
Cause that's exactly let's hope
That you fucking faggot
You punk
To the fucking state on this
Cover by these fucking magazines
All perked in our basements
The conscious thing that nothing matters
And you're wasted and smack
The fuck out Rihanna
Guess that's what you get
For your slap persona
I'm about to blow my
Motherfucking brains out
Because it's cool, cause it's true
Plus I want someone to fucking listen
And this is pretty much the
Only way you'll pay attention
Which is retarded if you think about
It. But why think about it?
Why just knock it off your rock
And fuckin' drink and shout out
What's wrong with the world so you can
Learn some shit you think is outlet
Slit your wrist to it
Listen to Chris' music
Keep pumpin' your fuckin' fist
To this bullshit
Piss on the flag that has nurtured you
Offend your rights, persecute
Do some dumb shit
Loose on the run from the fuckin'
Law that shoot your guns at
Cause you're the fuckin' gangster you
Planned to be aren't you?
It's fuckin' dangerous and harmful for
Just one statement of lawsuite
This money in Bakers paint at a cross sheet
But that's not gonna make us remorse