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Mindless Self Indulgence - Daddy lyrics

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Daddy by Mindless Self Indulgence


lemme tell ya now
i came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
let's go inside my astral plane
find out my mental based on instrumental
records hey so i can write monumental
methods, im not the king but niggazz is decaf
i stick 'em for the cream check it
just how deep can sh*t get get deeper then your fists
and brothers is mad p**sed accept it
in your cross colored clothes you crossed over
now youre totally crossed out and kriss kross
who da boss niggazz get tossed to da side
and im the dark side i am the force of course
its the method man from the wu tang clan
i be hectic and comin' for that head piece protect it
f**k it two tears in a bucket
niggazz want the ruckus? yo bust it at me son now bust it
stylez i get buckwild method man on some sh*t
f**kin' niggazz foul son im sick
insane crazy drivin' miss daisy
how the f**k am i? now i got mine im swayze
is it real son lemme know it's real son if its really
real son lemme know it's real
load it up and kill one
load it up and kill one
load it up and kill one
if it's really real
when i was a little stereo
i used to be the champion
i always wonder
when i will be the number one hey hey hey
and now you listen to me darcon darcon
and all you niggazz come and test me test me
im gonna lick out your brains
brothers wanna hang with the meth bring a rope
cuz the only way you hang is by the neck
nigga pump off a set comin' through all your projects
take it as a threat or better yet it is a promise
comin' like a vet on some old vietnam sh*t
you can bet your bottom dollar that im on it
and itll get even worse word to god its the wu
comin' through takin niggazz 'fore they're
gone gone gone gone gone gone
move'n to your left
i came to represent and carve my name within your chest
you can come test realize it's no contest son
i'm the gun who won that old wild west
quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
lovin' all those goddamn funky rhymes galore
check it cuz i think not when its hip hop like propa
rhymes be the proof when im drinkin ninety proof vodka
no o.j. no no straw
when you give it to me yeah give it to me raw i
burn
give it to me raw
i burn
chest hairs
i dont need no chemical blow to pull no ho' no
all i need is chemical bank to pay her up
is it real son lemme know it's real son if its really
real son lemme know it's
1 2 3 4
kill one
f**k it up and kill one
f**k it up and kill one
lemme know it's real



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