Tekst piosenki
Hola…!
One for the money
What up? What’s good in the galley?
This one for the ghost sniffin glue in the alley
I bounce with a set a sim’s equipped with a foul jowl moment
Waitin for that great celebrity towel throw-in (Now)
Aes train invasive species how to bleed stones
Cold Ol’ Yeller
Rogue shelter melter
Drag a leech pelt caper to rubble he call home
Then leap out of Gattaca to cuddle and brawl bowed
Or should he crawl wrong to brawny ogres of Weatherville
Little Billy Spillaguti hopped up on that debt of bills
One man walking through a world of mother fuckers
Like one Ben Hawkins in a world of Brother Justins
Bust the Hellcat on a Hot Tin, or rock a sars mask
And limper red carpet to cough in a popstar’s hands
When the troublesome bubblegum muse occasion ekes itself
The meek inadmirably evacuate his arm span
Tarzan of Long Island savaged to feed the fam (Fam)
Who stuff candles alongside scavengers of the damned (Damned)
Stubble waste and insects orphaned to crooked portions
When looked at it in comparison to the fortunes and boredom
Who pussy for the dollar? Fuck it, whore ’em, and I label that
Now my sheep is a sheppard’s table scrap
Play with that
Sailors knot, wine for his limbs plus a cane and hat
Shake it for the same critics who later will fillet the fact (Uh!)
Yeah, my up jumps the boogie
You’ll jump start the nookie wagon
Lookie, upjumps the jukie (Jukie)
Cold (cold), get retarded and bother you ’til you buy my shit
Like Smiley to Mookie
Aesop-rickety-Rock he up and walked off
Showed ’em how the zeitgeist walk dogs
Showed ’em how to dodge boss hogs when the markers are gripped
Screamin damn, I’m gettin to old for this shit!
Sip one, we kill ’em with cuts and no alibi
Fly shit
Raised in the heart of NY shit
This is not your over-the-counter rap
More like over the counter into the Klonopin and back (Ah!)
Overhaul that
Keep shit crispy
Keep using your fifteen minutes to diss me
I love it, thanks
One sec left (What)
Have a nice life, good night, God bless
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