Don't waste my place
Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves
Repent
To my name
Disaster wit a European autograph
'Cause I ain't goin' niggatronic
'Cause he killed whoever he wanted and hunted
Wit my main man Harry
Now drop da props
And tax the backs of the environment macks
The world don't work no more no more
And he doeth great wonders
One earth is da birth outta all of us
The new clear fog got us sniffin' like
Bag fulla rap
(Shit)
The world wont work no more
If he spread 'em
Down from heaven on the earth
Up go the greedy batter
Not Connick
And so I diss
Da trigga is cocked
3-2 at the plate
Nowhere to flock
To all not some
I'm a strict daddy
Gonna be Bedlam
But have a good time, Dynomite
'Cause papa got a brand new
But the new world order
Trigga pollution, planet prostitution
Toms to the left of me
That same ol' crap
Confrontational man
Oh no!
If we spread 'em
On a platter a planet
Got a disorder
Triple double in da rap game
God damn right
Never no never
Blew tha house down
F what you heard
Is what I am, is what I am
My main knick knack paddy wack
Gonna be Bedlam
Along wit tha Super Nintendo
Smart enuff to know I ain't bionic
Ain't gonna woek no more no more
In his appetite
Gonna be Bedlam
A world dat won't work
Who plan in da silence of the scams
The day the whole world
Whatta hell of a man, shootin'
Got dat right
Through it out tha window
I was told that oil and water don't mix
Uprootin' da third
Gonna be Bedlam
Pass da word
Do we all go the way of the dinosaur?
He got destruction
In sight of men
Couldn't do it
So that he maketh fire come
Give up gotta, gotta live up
Mother earth gets treated like a whore
C'mon and give a damn
Put a code on a can
Good God
And so I diss after the math
One way ticket to God to fix scars
Cuss my disgust, if I must
I'm tearin' down da house that Jack built
Environmental alarm
World good night
Now how dat sound
Where you from?
We go to the way of the bird
Bombin' to the right
(Hitz)
Rather rap my black as of
Check the preacher what he spent
'Cause we don't get two of 'em
Getcha hooked on phonics
Can't do whatcha want to da place
It's just that I don't talk
Or to hell and back attack
To him it doesn't matter
Good enuff to know no endo
Glock is cocked
No more, no more
Atomic dogs
If he spread 'em
If he spread 'em
Woman and man runnin' the land sea and air poor
