Folded Pieces Of Nothing Lyrics
(Hook)
[Verse 1: Full Nelson]
Fuck the big banker, we're crank Yankers, our dopes danker, hoes stanker but I hope I spank her
The forehead slopes farther than most
I'll go for the bros fuck brews drink wine when I toast
I'm living but I feel like coughing in the coffin
Soften up and now I'm stalling going backwards picking cotton
Yielding back to the fields just to get a feel of what's real
It's time to grow up and fight a mill Pand pay for my meal
And pay for the tip for what it's worth
I'm here to murk motherfuckers 6 feet into the dirt
Not sipping syrup cause I have money to make and time to spend
I'd rather have a ho blow me than OD and that's the end
The class clown loser is off going lunar
Aiming at the bomb so I can blow sooner
Seeking for the deeper meaning seems so intriguing
But fuck it I'm down for seashore beaching every weekend
(Hook)
[Verse 2: Bro Sampson]
When push comes to shove, I'll push you off a cliff
I'm hot as shit and underground like a coffin is
Spark the spliffs and start the whips
This awesome kids been offin' heads
With sharpened sticks I'm hard to miss
And easy to spot like a beautiful yacht
Me and nothing go together like peas in a pod
Me and nothing go together like keys in a lock
I'm always easily remembered like meaningful thoughts
Then I'm easily forgotten (What do you mean you forgot?)
Oh he's just a jock, he's just a jim
Now we should of stopped picking on him
When he called the cops, now he's on the top
Being a boss, reeping the profits
He got a job depleating the market
Defeating the hardships, moved out of sleazy apartments
From beaner massages to pina colladas
But he's still a huge ass like Nicki Minaj's
While reading the contents I think of some options
I can either be conscious or completely obnoxious
And of course I go with number 2
Which explains why I'm always gotta finna droppin' pieces of hot shit
Feces and raw spit, weenies and crawfish
I smell like I've probably eatin 'em all
If you want advice from me you better take notes
Because I always keep it movin' like speedy gonzales
[Verse 1: Full Nelson]
Fuck the big banker, we're crank Yankers, our dopes danker, hoes stanker but I hope I spank her
The forehead slopes farther than most
I'll go for the bros fuck brews drink wine when I toast
I'm living but I feel like coughing in the coffin
Soften up and now I'm stalling going backwards picking cotton
Yielding back to the fields just to get a feel of what's real
It's time to grow up and fight a mill Pand pay for my meal
And pay for the tip for what it's worth
I'm here to murk motherfuckers 6 feet into the dirt
Not sipping syrup cause I have money to make and time to spend
I'd rather have a ho blow me than OD and that's the end
The class clown loser is off going lunar
Aiming at the bomb so I can blow sooner
Seeking for the deeper meaning seems so intriguing
But fuck it I'm down for seashore beaching every weekend
(Hook)
[Verse 2: Bro Sampson]
When push comes to shove, I'll push you off a cliff
I'm hot as shit and underground like a coffin is
Spark the spliffs and start the whips
This awesome kids been offin' heads
With sharpened sticks I'm hard to miss
And easy to spot like a beautiful yacht
Me and nothing go together like peas in a pod
Me and nothing go together like keys in a lock
I'm always easily remembered like meaningful thoughts
Then I'm easily forgotten (What do you mean you forgot?)
Oh he's just a jock, he's just a jim
Now we should of stopped picking on him
When he called the cops, now he's on the top
Being a boss, reeping the profits
He got a job depleating the market
Defeating the hardships, moved out of sleazy apartments
From beaner massages to pina colladas
But he's still a huge ass like Nicki Minaj's
While reading the contents I think of some options
I can either be conscious or completely obnoxious
And of course I go with number 2
Which explains why I'm always gotta finna droppin' pieces of hot shit
Feces and raw spit, weenies and crawfish
I smell like I've probably eatin 'em all
If you want advice from me you better take notes
Because I always keep it movin' like speedy gonzales
(Hook)
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