The Income Beat

drop to ya knees. everybody press repeat. cause this white motherfucker bout to bring the fucking heat Macho hat on my head with Adidas on my feet nacho cheese in my pocket bout to add a couple beans come and die here with me come and lie here with me all you punk motherfuckers always dying in the street you ain't making legal money need an alibi I'll slash 3 your tires and I'll leave you in complete making cash off my flows calling this an income beat rest in peace start a fire with this fucking gasoline call a firefighter. or. just. have a fucking seat no I'm not an average writer I am mother fucking me who am I? glad you asked bout to fill up this tall glass. then I'll go ahead and ask if I can grasp up on her ass smoking grass make a pass call me Tom Brady cause I'm a god. damn. patriot~ I'll riot in the street. press repeat make her beat~ then she make me fucking skeet grab the meat bring the heat fucking rug burn on my junk I'm a hunk you a punk imma take her home with me we'll have beef. if she got a boo. dont let her cop an attitude she say she got a lot of shoes say gucci fendi had to make her comfortable so rub up on her feet come with me you will see ~a world so .mother .fudging bleak have a treat ride the river while it's still choc-o-lat-y float up off ya ass due. to. this major gravity major pain. couldn't- blame you for. ~wanting~to~be. just like me brace yourself. or. else. you end up with some broken teeth straight g Yung gravy Couldnt do it without he and well... me