I don't leave nothing a chance, it's no one to guess
And I play everything real close to the chest
The two thousand and sixteen range rover is next
And I walk through the valley of death with no stress
Marvellous money to murder y'all, go bully on
Fifty dudes, parkside killers wear []
That's the glass table that I'm putting your medulla on
Black trees, black ski mask, black uniform
The shiny black forty-five is my bitch
'Cause I understand that nothing in the world is a gift
Ain't no magic what I'm doin', ain't no merlin in this
The stupidity the reason Donald sterling exist
I was eating pills with Van Morrison in Gloria
At the Waldorf Astoria, called shorty up
If you're looking for a father figure, call Maury up
You a Dr. Seuss rapper, made the whole story up
Who the one that always gotta drink
That's me
Always getting thrown into the bank
That's me
Who the one that always holding on the hammers
That's me
Who run up in the club and go bananas
That's me
Who the one that always gotta drink
That's me
Always getting thrown into the bank
That's me
Who the one that always holding on the hammers
That's me
Who run up in the club and go bananas
That's me
Oyster perpetual and bottles of chandon
Everything you thought that existed is long gone
Waiting on an opium shipment from hong kong
Y'all approach to what we created is all wrong
Everything that we emulated are raw songs
Everything that y'all haven't made is in poor form
Ecw jerry lynn when he fought strong
You're an asshole masturbating on soft porn
No guns, iron deficiency, you anaemic
Audio heroin at your venus, my sunlight phoenix
Love the second the boss seen it
The route take longer but it's much more scenic
See, me and my brothers have been waiting for a while now
Giving you the time to get your wack ass style down
Matter fact I think we gon' have us a pow wow
Your guns go boom-boom, mines go baow baow
Jedi Mind Tricks - Hell's Messenger Lyrics
Jedi Mind Tricks - Hell's Messenger Lyrics
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I don't leave nothing a chance, it's no one to guess
And I play everything real close to the chest
The two thousand and sixteen range rover is next
And I walk through the valley of death with no stress
Marvellous money to murder y'all, go bully on
Fifty dudes, parkside killers wear []
That's the glass table that I'm putting your medulla on
Black trees, black ski mask, black uniform
The shiny black forty-five is my bitch
'Cause I understand that nothing in the world is a gift
Ain't no magic what I'm doin', ain't no merlin in this
The stupidity the reason Donald sterling exist
I was eating pills with Van Morrison in Gloria
At the Waldorf Astoria, called shorty up
If you're looking for a father figure, call Maury up
You a Dr. Seuss rapper, made the whole story up
Who the one that always gotta drink
That's me
Always getting thrown into the bank
That's me
Who the one that always holding on the hammers
That's me
Who run up in the club and go bananas
That's me
Who the one that always gotta drink
That's me
Always getting thrown into the bank
That's me
Who the one that always holding on the hammers
That's me
Who run up in the club and go bananas
That's me
Oyster perpetual and bottles of chandon
Everything you thought that existed is long gone
Waiting on an opium shipment from hong kong
Y'all approach to what we created is all wrong
Everything that we emulated are raw songs
Everything that y'all haven't made is in poor form
Ecw jerry lynn when he fought strong
You're an asshole masturbating on soft porn
No guns, iron deficiency, you anaemic
Audio heroin at your venus, my sunlight phoenix
Love the second the boss seen it
The route take longer but it's much more scenic
See, me and my brothers have been waiting for a while now
Giving you the time to get your wack ass style down
Matter fact I think we gon' have us a pow wow
Your guns go boom-boom, mines go baow baow
And I play everything real close to the chest
The two thousand and sixteen range rover is next
And I walk through the valley of death with no stress
Marvellous money to murder y'all, go bully on
Fifty dudes, parkside killers wear []
That's the glass table that I'm putting your medulla on
Black trees, black ski mask, black uniform
The shiny black forty-five is my bitch
'Cause I understand that nothing in the world is a gift
Ain't no magic what I'm doin', ain't no merlin in this
The stupidity the reason Donald sterling exist
I was eating pills with Van Morrison in Gloria
At the Waldorf Astoria, called shorty up
If you're looking for a father figure, call Maury up
You a Dr. Seuss rapper, made the whole story up
Who the one that always gotta drink
That's me
Always getting thrown into the bank
That's me
Who the one that always holding on the hammers
That's me
Who run up in the club and go bananas
That's me
Who the one that always gotta drink
That's me
Always getting thrown into the bank
That's me
Who the one that always holding on the hammers
That's me
Who run up in the club and go bananas
That's me
Oyster perpetual and bottles of chandon
Everything you thought that existed is long gone
Waiting on an opium shipment from hong kong
Y'all approach to what we created is all wrong
Everything that we emulated are raw songs
Everything that y'all haven't made is in poor form
Ecw jerry lynn when he fought strong
You're an asshole masturbating on soft porn
No guns, iron deficiency, you anaemic
Audio heroin at your venus, my sunlight phoenix
Love the second the boss seen it
The route take longer but it's much more scenic
See, me and my brothers have been waiting for a while now
Giving you the time to get your wack ass style down
Matter fact I think we gon' have us a pow wow
Your guns go boom-boom, mines go baow baow
Writer: KEVIN GORMAN BALDWIN, VINCENT LUVINER
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave