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Passion Fruit
03:24
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G.P.:
Praise God and pass the ammunition
I'm makin cuts and layin tracks like black beauticians
Prhyme Rhyme told your boy to keep it Suade
So I keep a blind eye to you underneath the shades
I wrote this on the West Side: North Maple, West Side
Everyday, 12A, AATA, let's ride
Milosh got the Loud downtown, that's the best buy
I don't smoke like that, but if I did it'd leave my chest fried
Like these fly birds I observe: Legs Breasts Thighs
We can crash, when I give that ass a test drive
Black boys bussin verses
White girls clutchin purses
Bitches lacin DMT with skag got you fuckin nervous
Fuck the Heat dude, I be hatin
Bron won the title but his hairline still be Ossie Davis
Rest in Peace to Pogo, finger fuck the Po-po
The Black Man is God like Yaphet Kotto in a polo
Hook:
And he ain't crazy, he just PASSIONATE
Drapetomania wit D&D its so immaculate
Smack the ass of the establishment
Throw em off balance then hit the gas wit the baddest chick
Cuz she ain't crazy, she just PASSIONATE
And we ain't crazy we just PASSIONATE
Tell them motherfuckers play in traffic if they mad at it
Cuz I ain't come for practice, bitch
I'm gunnin for the championship
Walt:
They see me out
And they know what I'm about
Ingham County's in the house
All these shows, they stay booked
Women wanna Bang, wanna meet me on the Facebook
I'm gettin old
I'm not swagged out
Used to be Dad spazzin out, takin trash out
Now I'm cashed out, drink the Guinness black stoute
Educate rappers and let the class out
Slide in the whip, then I go to Zach's house
Watch the Broncos (aka the Jets)
Tebow's wack, wow
I got some new shit comin in like teethin
Women from Sweden, I love to watch em leavin
This evening, General P &...
Me plottin on eatin till we stop breathin
If I ever hear you say Walt's decent
Prolly bought your jewelry at the mall, prolly called Skeezits
Hook
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The Funk
02:55
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Walt:
Let me have your attention
Graduated in '06, still got detention
Retention, of my foot in your anus
Is what you can expect if you book and don't pay us
Next statement, is some Fuckboys hatin
So uh...lemme explain the arrangement
Said I'm ass-backwards, Backpacker & Hipster
That's why I'm runnin laps and clap traps at your sister
Congnac, grass and a fat package of Swishers
Trash rappers Kool-aid glass smashin the picture
See?
That shit wasn't even hard
Wrote that shit drunk as fuck, playin Mario Kart
I'm fucked up, waiting for the party to start
Like, "Which one of these girls gon' throw a dart at my heart?"
Yeah...with that overshare
And uh I kinda like uh, that one over there
G.P.:
Correctumundo
Kick it like Judo, drop it like Sumo
Ladies try to throw me culo like my last name was Buttafuaco
My loose lips sink ships shootin scud missiles
Make these haters' blood sizzle as I do my thug thizzle
Funk pistol, Bop gun, cock it on a grassy knoll
Point blank, head shot, stop, pop, drop & roll
This game's a rerun, I stopped and made a cameo
Cracked my head open, saw green like pistachios
In 5th grade, I talked shit and did the Dirty Bird
When I'm 64, I'll prolly have a stroke and slur my words
Kick these old heads to the curb for sanitation workers
Reminisce all you fuckin want, you can't escape the merger
From Ypsilanti to Dansville, forEverest-ing on these Catskills
Door to door, passin handbills
I met Rick Snyder at his crib for civilized discussions
Runnin interference while his daughter's fuckin Walter Lucken
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