Turn the lights on part 1
Turn the lights on! Intro Ayo! Muthafuckas! Who's ready to get bumping! Chris brown, hit the beat and not your wife, would ya? Chorus So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow My gun hasn't gone bla-blaow... Yeah I said So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow Do you still wanna turn the lights on turn the lights on? Oh whoah oh. Verse 1 Everybody actin like they ready but they knees weak arms heavy They won't be slow and steady your life's totaled, your hair's sweating, your friends are all betting I'ma put ya into a bad setting and there's no mending what I'm rending so when I'm sending you to your ending You're forever severed never revered, Your fans hate to remember When they were a member Of your fandom, man come Here im holding your wife for ransom She ain't getting money till she Makes my dick runny, ain't it funny You were ready to club me But found your wife slutty You ask do you still love me But she says I wants a strong boy to fuck me And now I'm humming in the corner whi- Wait where was I going with this? If I counted all my lines I missed I'm sure You sheep would still miss more, motherfuckers Sleep on me wanting shit, for They must think I'm their wife, snore. Only time I toss and turn at night is when I toss the mic and turn to fight cuz you blights Act like your like the one they like, well, sike! You just want your psyche to feel the might of flight. One more snippet before I zip it for a minute When my time is finished long since you diminished there will exist no feministic undomestic idiotic fuckers existing, if ya wish Me outta existence my presence is inherited by every gifted spitter to be sifted then lifted Outta the ghetto to become the slickest quickest witted since slim in this business… Image this bitches. Chorus So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow My gun hasn't gone bla-blaow... Yeah I said So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow Do you still wanna turn the lights on turn the lights on? Oh whoah oh. Verse 2 Muthafuckas wanna act tough Talking bout being buff Just so they can get fucked Up here where thugs are always near Every time you act tough you get shot So get buff or get mugged and drug Into a 666 hole with your mama Wondering where ya are, This is our sick life, so when you go on the mic And act like you know our life and then I See you encourage getting shot by a heroin My fear is growing that if I ever get a daughter She's gonna grow up with a shot of whiskey, shot of druggy, then a shot of unlucky, and then fuck me I'll never set my eyes on her alive again, so sorry that I'm attacking you to save our future, But let's use logic, kids shouldn't be in the crypt For eating fifty MnM's with pillis in them, depict What makes a good society tick, and I predict Good parenting goes a lil way- never mind it's Everything, and if you need proof look at the real MCs and put an f for all those that have fallen, and if you're sad DM X cuz I guess nowadays I send one mean text and im a mass murderer looking for some quick sex but my lil dicky hasn't even had a stiff flex, midsex. But lets look at our king, they say only one has a heart, and I'm like yeah, apart from the part that it's a quadeca, four decks, rapping so much they become the four hoarse men with a pen that happens to sicken those needing repents and they put us in a web even though our new age id makes us look like good people but with HIV but fuck it stupid politicians getting lazy watching Jay z gaming and now we're all crazy flaming with our Macs lethal but mad legal and not even part of this fad evil, such sad people make all us masked people look like bad people, join or die is my new line so agree that it's my time to shine or your grime will make my new wheels grind shine Now I hope you played close attention so you know who I'd most petition for a host convention in mc hall, and as for the day that I fall… nah fuck that boy I don't know how to fall. Chorus So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow My gun hasn't gone bla-blaow... Yeah I said So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow Do you still wanna turn the lights on turn the lights on? Oh whoah oh. Verse 3 Muthafuckas must think I'm super human, Other fuckers just be soup o' human, slurp Opportunity, what a funny con, 'xcept My doc was the only thought to give me a shot. Yeah I grew up with dicks, oh bitch you thought And if I cut you next, looks like I got a head If my head was stead, you'd want to be in stead But all you motherfuckers just prey, hey Quit horsin around man are ye even great? May. You gotta cut with the beef, hamburger Helper doesn't help ya with your Weight. Sorry it's hard not to smash when your always on top But I guess if we crash at least you already flopped All these double entendres coming non stop 'Lunchbox!!!" Fuck you your nominated to be dominated It's not complicated all you conversated In your conversation was her body shaking But then you still can't body a beat… So addicted to auto tune your fans auto tune out… Fuck that I'm never gonna buck rap from the minute I'm in it to the minute I finish imma win it You lil midget who just fidgets wit his widgets talks bout bitches and riches but isn't the littest wittest in the business now witness the sickest quickest littest scripts in this hitlist…. Haha like u could kill us. Chorus So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow My gun hasn't gone bla-blaow... Yeah I said So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow Do you still wanna turn the lights on turn the lights on? Oh whoah oh.
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Turn the lights on! Intro Ayo! Muthafuckas! Who's ready to get bumping! Chris brown, hit the beat and not your wife, would ya? Chorus So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow My gun hasn't gone bla-blaow... Yeah I said So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow Do you still wanna turn the lights on turn the lights on? Oh whoah oh. Verse 1 Everybody actin like they ready but they knees weak arms heavy They won't be slow and steady your life's totaled, your hair's sweating, your friends are all betting I'ma put ya into a bad setting and there's no mending what I'm rending so when I'm sending you to your ending You're forever severed never revered, Your fans hate to remember When they were a member Of your fandom, man come Here im holding your wife for ransom She ain't getting money till she Makes my dick runny, ain't it funny You were ready to club me But found your wife slutty You ask do you still love me But she says I wants a strong boy to fuck me And now I'm humming in the corner whi- Wait where was I going with this? If I counted all my lines I missed I'm sure You sheep would still miss more, motherfuckers Sleep on me wanting shit, for They must think I'm their wife, snore. Only time I toss and turn at night is when I toss the mic and turn to fight cuz you blights Act like your like the one they like, well, sike! You just want your psyche to feel the might of flight. One more snippet before I zip it for a minute When my time is finished long since you diminished there will exist no feministic undomestic idiotic fuckers existing, if ya wish Me outta existence my presence is inherited by every gifted spitter to be sifted then lifted Outta the ghetto to become the slickest quickest witted since slim in this business… Image this bitches. Chorus So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow My gun hasn't gone bla-blaow... Yeah I said So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow Do you still wanna turn the lights on turn the lights on? Oh whoah oh. Verse 2 Muthafuckas wanna act tough Talking bout being buff Just so they can get fucked Up here where thugs are always near Every time you act tough you get shot So get buff or get mugged and drug Into a 666 hole with your mama Wondering where ya are, This is our sick life, so when you go on the mic And act like you know our life and then I See you encourage getting shot by a heroin My fear is growing that if I ever get a daughter She's gonna grow up with a shot of whiskey, shot of druggy, then a shot of unlucky, and then fuck me I'll never set my eyes on her alive again, so sorry that I'm attacking you to save our future, But let's use logic, kids shouldn't be in the crypt For eating fifty MnM's with pillis in them, depict What makes a good society tick, and I predict Good parenting goes a lil way- never mind it's Everything, and if you need proof look at the real MCs and put an f for all those that have fallen, and if you're sad DM X cuz I guess nowadays I send one mean text and im a mass murderer looking for some quick sex but my lil dicky hasn't even had a stiff flex, midsex. But lets look at our king, they say only one has a heart, and I'm like yeah, apart from the part that it's a quadeca, four decks, rapping so much they become the four hoarse men with a pen that happens to sicken those needing repents and they put us in a web even though our new age id makes us look like good people but with HIV but fuck it stupid politicians getting lazy watching Jay z gaming and now we're all crazy flaming with our Macs lethal but mad legal and not even part of this fad evil, such sad people make all us masked people look like bad people, join or die is my new line so agree that it's my time to shine or your grime will make my new wheels grind shine Now I hope you played close attention so you know who I'd most petition for a host convention in mc hall, and as for the day that I fall… nah fuck that boy I don't know how to fall. Chorus So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow My gun hasn't gone bla-blaow... Yeah I said So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow Do you still wanna turn the lights on turn the lights on? Oh whoah oh. Verse 3 Muthafuckas must think I'm super human, Other fuckers just be soup o' human, slurp Opportunity, what a funny con, 'xcept My doc was the only thought to give me a shot. Yeah I grew up with dicks, oh bitch you thought And if I cut you next, looks like I got a head If my head was stead, you'd want to be in stead But all you motherfuckers just prey, hey Quit horsin around man are ye even great? May. You gotta cut with the beef, hamburger Helper doesn't help ya with your Weight. Sorry it's hard not to smash when your always on top But I guess if we crash at least you already flopped All these double entendres coming non stop 'Lunchbox!!!" Fuck you your nominated to be dominated It's not complicated all you conversated In your conversation was her body shaking But then you still can't body a beat… So addicted to auto tune your fans auto tune out… Fuck that I'm never gonna buck rap from the minute I'm in it to the minute I finish imma win it You lil midget who just fidgets wit his widgets talks bout bitches and riches but isn't the littest wittest in the business now witness the sickest quickest littest scripts in this hitlist…. Haha like u could kill us. Chorus So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow My gun hasn't gone bla-blaow... Yeah I said So you wanna play around how bout we go to town We can throw shit down It's your body done hit the ground Ain't enjoying the beefing now You're all cut up like a cow Do you still wanna turn the lights on turn the lights on? Oh whoah oh.