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You're tuned in to Buck Naked and Kyle on Cosmos Radio Ayo, ayo-yo, ayo Bring it back to the basement Freddy Kruger shit where your face went Lyrically I murder you without a trace Down the drain, where the case went I got my bitch rocking Chanel and all that Fall back like the twenty-second Come hither when I beckon Son, you like every hour, you better check-in Smoking moonrocks at the boondocks Busting forty-five shots, at like 47 cops Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album And got the whole shit Scott free The rest of these niggas is wack but not me Bumping Nasty Nas in the spaceship Whip out my dick just to let your bitch taste it Doctor Destruction gettin' knobbed off at the function Til your boys spontaneously combusted I'm the best, no discussion Yeah now let that shit rush in E4 (Shut the fuck up) SongtexteAs a kid starting learning how to Bruce Lee slick How to dress, smell, and probably approach a chick Even with my vision on Wonder, Stevie Still, be able to see what majority can't see Been told take every step as if it was my last Snakes on the pavement, not only in the grass Never changing up like Decepticons So low and out to get my gold like a leprechaun And a nigga did it on his own Never risen anybody alive I guess I never did all alone I'm bringing it from the bottom to the top Hell before you, tectonic plates So before I pass my presence forever resonate Feels like I walked this Earth for a whole century 22 but feels like I'm a hundred-two mentally Look me in the eyes when I'm speaking so I know it's real In the verse to get these hooks off like Holyfield Tyson in his prime, we don't wanna die Look into the sky, praying that we stay alive That's them, young broke kids, want more ends Want more ass, we got no friends But the concrete, police sirens livin' right behind me Play a game of 2K and hope that *censored* sign me 15 lived with a dollar and a dream And a Glock by the waste side 'cause I just want the cream Get it by myself dog, by any means Humans are so greedy, I promise to never leave it Never lose this hunger building in my stomach yeah I'm even Said my grandma told me that, yeah my grandma told me that Back in basements dog, I swear we bumpin' that Ayo pick up your microphone Ha, ha (shu- shu- shut the fuck up!) Yeah, yo Yo pick up your microphone and go home All you rap mama clones get thrown and shitted on Leones the Villiones, this my dominion Fuck all opinions, I rock obsidian Go ape, go simmion yoyo on these mics These drugs hit too crack like two dykes Laced with malice, hands be calloused From slapping emcees from here to Dallas Yo, if God loves ugly then I must be his favorite Still act shitty, drop a bitch off flagrant Rap Bob Segar, turn a page real quick on 'em I don't fix, a fix on 'em Night moves when I whips on 'em Get lit, throw dick on 'em Splits then I dips on 'em Yo 𝘢𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘦 Don't you even go there Me without a freak is like a Sikh without his hair I came to fuck up [?] Bust the .45 6 times, [?] and Cee-Lo Yeah, ayy (Shu- shu- sh- shut the fuck up!) It's like a blast from the past, watch 'em gasp in amazement Too many dabs of the gas made me crash my new spaceship Took a look around and found myself right back in the basement Ahead of my time but I still kill some back in the day shit So ahead of my time that I'm a part of the last generation, wait Out of this world, these niggas not even NASA adjacent Put the money where my mouth is, take the cash and I taste it Ratt Pack tatted on me 'cause I've been passed all this fake shit These niggas won't admit it but they just cap like their gangsters Like before corona hit they was rocking masks on their faces and packing the stainless Haha, I laugh at their statements Then kick back, relax, and go catch some vibrations Chief like I had cataracts, now I look half mixed with Asian Oh shit, wait, my bad, that was racist Tabs of acid got me trapped in the matrix Never dropped the album but they still say Castro's the greatest Back and forth, ballin', disgusting', beggin', now these niggas back with the latest Another classic that you fuckin' cats can add to your playlist Bitch, do you know who I am? (Huh mimimi) I'm fuckin' 6ix bitch (Huh? Mimimi) Oh, you talkin' back? (Mi?) You talkin' back? (Mi mimimi) Shut the fuck up before I crush you with my wallet (Mi-uhhhh) Aus Songtexte Mania