Lyrics

The plan was to drink til the pain over
But what's worst the pain or the hangover
At this point I don't think I'll ever feel sober
It's hard to hear these lames in today's culture
Man ......the game need a make over 3
It anit over
Until the mortician give u a make over

Look fix ur face
As I demonstrate
Or don't get involved
Or have 6 friends lift you up
All name pall
I put ur bitch in a bine nate
I can stone her walls
The sly fox pick at your queen
Just to set it off
Aww
23 in a glock
1st u see powder in the air
If u foul u flop
Push ur hairline back
Til ur headband stop
Then try push the body down
like LeBron
after a tuff shot
Valedictorian with the steel
The stage a burial ground
For a roll of paper
And I'll leave all caps in your inside ur gown
I graduated at a age
Where no dummies are not allowed
Real school shooter
I'll Columbine any crowd
I'm just here to bury the weak
Dare you compete
Trying be famous for whipping
The roc shit im Sorta unique
Raise this kane
And big daddy 2 step
I'm so elite
Approach me with Peace
Or I'm a make a toast to the deceased

The plan was to drink til the pain over
But what's worst the pain or the hangover
At this point I don't think I'll ever feel sober
It's hard to hear these lames in today's culture
Man ......the game need a makeover 3
It anit over
Until the mortician give u a make over



Look get in tune with
With an arson
That like to spark shit
I transport targets in orbit
I'm on a starship
Spock grip the hammer
Vulcan bullets making your nerves pinch
Kapitan Kurt with this work
I'm bout that green bitch
A seamstress
Sow ur body up and fast the button
And brush it off the tiered ass fade
Like it wasn't nothing
Im Lucky on the move
post my service and box something
I'm the wave
I do this poetic rap shit justice
In spring it fell (Springfield)
All itchy and scratchy
So your home a be a Er right after I lift this mag G (Maggie)
Yellow ur whole family
See my past been ridiculous
I'm just trying to predict My future
Like its a scene from the Simpsons
My intentions
To salter u cowards I need too
And X out the gene from out your Cerebro
Figured I go rogue
And mutant the heat to
This metal is so mystic i call it Magneto

The plan was to drink til the pain over
But what's worst the pain or the hangover
At this point I don't think I'll ever feel sober
It's hard to hear these lames in today's culture
Man ......the game need a makeover 3
It anit over
Until the mortician give u a make over