Bout to go off
Rhymes bout to jump off
Call 44 cause ya boy bout to pop off
Everybody down to ride until it's work
Look around for ya crew they gone
Straight deserted
Is worth it
They words are worthless
I know u do r hear me special like Timmy
Timmy got his pockets broke messing with his kinfolk
Now Timmy looking dry he use to be fly
Sucked dry like prune
Swept away like brooms
Scattered like roaches in a lit up room
Treat you like a door mat
Time to rise above all that
Last place is whack
Got my second wind
Bout to win the race
Running at my own pace seeking God's face
The bass in ya face
Feel like I'm face
Better yet snoop dogg
Murder was the case
Cause I'm killing the the track
Micheal Myers
Cold like Dyers
I spits fire
Too hot to hold
Too cold to control
Pit off the chain
I simulate ya brain
Old school I'm no fool
Play by the rules
Authentic I came to win I'm busting in
Call ya next to kin and spread the Word
The flav is back
Salt of the earth since birth
Herb Flav - Timmy (feat. Vivian R. King) Lyrics
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Bout to go off
Rhymes bout to jump off
Call 44 cause ya boy bout to pop off
Everybody down to ride until it's work
Look around for ya crew they gone
Straight deserted
Is worth it
They words are worthless
I know u do r hear me special like Timmy
Timmy got his pockets broke messing with his kinfolk
Now Timmy looking dry he use to be fly
Sucked dry like prune
Swept away like brooms
Scattered like roaches in a lit up room
Treat you like a door mat
Time to rise above all that
Last place is whack
Got my second wind
Bout to win the race
Running at my own pace seeking God's face
The bass in ya face
Feel like I'm face
Better yet snoop dogg
Murder was the case
Cause I'm killing the the track
Micheal Myers
Cold like Dyers
I spits fire
Too hot to hold
Too cold to control
Pit off the chain
I simulate ya brain
Old school I'm no fool
Play by the rules
Authentic I came to win I'm busting in
Call ya next to kin and spread the Word
The flav is back
Salt of the earth since birth
Rhymes bout to jump off
Call 44 cause ya boy bout to pop off
Everybody down to ride until it's work
Look around for ya crew they gone
Straight deserted
Is worth it
They words are worthless
I know u do r hear me special like Timmy
Timmy got his pockets broke messing with his kinfolk
Now Timmy looking dry he use to be fly
Sucked dry like prune
Swept away like brooms
Scattered like roaches in a lit up room
Treat you like a door mat
Time to rise above all that
Last place is whack
Got my second wind
Bout to win the race
Running at my own pace seeking God's face
The bass in ya face
Feel like I'm face
Better yet snoop dogg
Murder was the case
Cause I'm killing the the track
Micheal Myers
Cold like Dyers
I spits fire
Too hot to hold
Too cold to control
Pit off the chain
I simulate ya brain
Old school I'm no fool
Play by the rules
Authentic I came to win I'm busting in
Call ya next to kin and spread the Word
The flav is back
Salt of the earth since birth
Writer: Herbert Addison
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