Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mrs. Lynch, Your Son Is The Devil, artist - IDK. Album song IWASVERYBAD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US), Commission, HXLY
Song language: English
Mrs. Lynch, Your Son Is The Devil |
Hi Mrs. Lynch, this is Mrs. Zubrod. |
I’m calling from Deerfield Elementary about |
your son, Jason. |
Um, I’ve been having a few concerns just about his ability to |
focus in class. |
There are some options that I’ve briefly discussed. |
Um, we see this a lot with children and it might be some form of ADD. |
I’m not a doctor so I would suggest that maybe- |
Uh, Mrs. Lynch, this is Mr. Bailey, Jason’s fifth-grade teacher. |
I’m calling 'cause I’m very concerned about your son. |
It seems very possible |
that he will not pass the fifth grade. |
He’s been failing very regularly- |
Mrs. Lynch, this is Principal Reynolds, calling again for the third time. |
Please give us a call back as soon as you can. |
Jason has been suspended from |
school yet again for getting into a fight. |
Um, he’s becoming a real problem for |
the kids. |
It seems he’s getting into an altercation every other day. |
Um, we’ve tried to reach out, we’re trying to help him. |
But there’s only so |
much I can do. |
Mrs. Lynch, we have no choice but to suspend your son |
immediately- |
This is Detective Pearson with the Third District Police Department. |
We are searching for Jason Mills; |
he’s been implicated in a armed robbery case. |
We have a good bit of evidence that Jason is involved. |
Please get in touch |
with us as soon as possible. |
It’s nothing to worry about, hope I hear from you |
soon- |
Hi, this is Stacey from State Farm. |
The total for this case will be 7, |
550 dollars. |
Please give me a call back and let me know how you’d like to |
process the payment- |
You have ten minutes remaining |
I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more |
I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more |
I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more |
I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more |
I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more |
I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more |
I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more |
You gon' be bad forever |
Forever, forever |
Nigga, you gon' be bad forever |
Forever |
Who the realest? |
Who the gangsta? |
Who the killa? |
Who that nigga? |
Who the trillest? |
Who the shooter? |
Who got shot? |
Who survived? |
Who diminished? |
Who the witness? |
Who detective? |
Who the medic? |
Who the dead? |
Who arrested? |
You the dead, you the lesson |
We survived, we ain’t stressin' |
I was tryna live it, I was tryna be it |
I lived with my mother and stepfather, both had degrees, was heated |
Went the college route |
But I doubt that I’m going to college now |
I was tryna be flyer than Batman so I got me the strap, man |
And I started stealing and turned into Robin now |
I’m just a middle class nigga who’s class was a mixture |
Of them spellin' bee winners and them PG killers |
Flop flop flop flop, hit your ass with bananas, they gorillas |
Knock knock knock knock at my door, asking me to come and kick it |
I was different, see my family distanced me but I was curious |
The mystery of chilling down the street, knowing I shouldn’t be |
Was lit to me and that’s the reason why that I am literally |
The only one to go to jail in my family’s history |
A «good home, I don’t give a fuck» trap nigga |
Steal the strap from my neighbor’s safe, blap blap nigga |
They gon' still throw my ass in the jail with the killers |
At the end of the day, I’m a young black nigga |
I’m a «good home, «I don’t give a fuck» trap nigga |
Steal the strap from my neighbor’s safe, blap blap nigga |
They gon' still throw my ass in the jail with the killers |
At the end of the day, I’m a young black nigga |
Who’s that knocking? |
Who’s that knocking at my- |