Story Behind the Song
The idea for this song came while i was just chillin one day writin down shit and mixin some beats. I was listening to Insane Clown Posse at the time, hence the nature of the lyrics, but i tried to put a half more mainstream sound to it aswell. It was just an experiment with beats, sounds, and lyric volumes. The 1st two verses are 1 take each, while the last verse is a mix of takes, because i got bored.
Lyrics
VERSE 1:
Im gonna get a sawn of shotgun
and fuck your ass with its-but-son-get
yo emotion into motion
and get on the boat son, drown in the ocean (if not)
rip up yo clothes, like nobody knows
and get to yo show, and flow so go yo
rap on the mic, insite what you like and
fight for whats right and, slap-up-a-dyke (bitch)
earn the right to, rap for life to
smack the shit to, mass-insite-to
go for a gun and, have some fun and
do the run for, yo-only-son (hi daddy)
live you life and, do the strife and
do yo time and, do-the-rhyms-and (bust out)
learn you lesson, burn in the sun
live outside and, go-for-mine-hey
what you doin and, where you goin
what ya sayin and, dont stop playin
get on payin, the mic get slayin
do what ya say and, go for yours and
do that shit so, you can go flow and
and you can get what, eva you want
and go for gusto, bust the fat rhyms so
you can rich and, do shit for the rest of your life.
CHORUS:
So just go go (GO!)
and just flow flow (FLOW!)
and know this that
i will to so (YEAH)
go..
to the show..
get a hoe...
an then hit that!
VERSE 2
So now i draw on my, 16 inch steel and
stab yo face off, bitch i do kill and
blood i will spill, for this rap skill and
do my concert, and-show-my-high-pills
bust out the rhyms and, do the jail time and
sit on porches, and rap shit real fine
i corress the, times i get high
the times i smoke and, get-high-i-fly (weeeee)
go through dumb shit and, then i feel it
sadness kill it, and-drown-in-it
then get back up and, feel the high rush and
get a write up, of-the-last-part
rappin verses and, drive in herses (ew, stinky body)
pick up bodies and, rap in curses
make the sins of, a christian time then (i love god)
intergrate it, with-ya-phat-rhyms
learn all ya need and, feed on your greed then
track the beat down and, frown like a clown then (heehee)
when you stuff up just, tray again yo
then just bust so, get-on-yo-flow
contraversy im, rhymin firstly
gettin the track done and, makin it with fun
learn the skills and, then take the pills and then
rap rhyms still, then sit on up and get paid real ill
CHORUS
Now my fist will, smack in yo face
and put yo ass in, its right-full place
then i'll kick you and, rip on yo case
then i'll fit you with, yo-fuc-kin-lace (ya fuckin fairy)
then i'll smack up, and get fucked up then
get my rap on and, make my own fun
then go rape some, fuckin bitch hoe (scream)
then i will know i, gotta-run-yo
then i bust my, fuckin rap skill
then i will kill, and-get-ill-then
spit my shit and, rap the show and
get the crowd on, and so-forth-so-on,
get my beat out and, then i kill god
then out comes rod, holy-shit-son,
hes gonna get me, while im preppy
and im high on, my-fu-ckin-drugs
oh my god yo, i lost my flow
no i didnt, i flow so hoe
common get me i'll, get my game on
get my cannon, and-go-yo-mum (slut)
then i give you, a backstage pass
get my groupies, and fuck they ass
then i will, take a pill
get my sex, and rap my fuckin rhyms just like im on EX
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