Lyrics He's Returned - South Park Mexican

He's Returned

I ain’t worked in two years guess who’s back
Still my old album sell like crack
Blow indo out the window of my limo
Sleeping wit my in my pillow
I really don’t give a damn who u are
Understand it u dealing wit a shooting star
Competition never heard if I hit permanent
Did I murder it, affirmative
The urban kid learning quick by earning grip
Got mo eight ball then a pool tournament
Swerven and lurvin, still cadilakin, still pack the Mack
And still by no rapkins
Drop like joranamo got piranha flow
You’d of been to young but yo mama now
I’m dip vicious never fictitious in this cause mc’s so delicious
Run away
Run for your life
He’s returned
Run away
Run for your life
He’s returned…
Like exakin get revenge
Never stop setting trends
To the level of excellence
Still, staking dead presidents
Its evident, I’m Texas sent
Whooplex get props on mesements
No referees selling cheese, enemies, memories,
Yes ory rest peace, been that way for centuries
Dead chemistry, a blessed fiend
We the men of empty dreams
My every Masterpiece influenced by street tragedies
Got family, try jakin me A lot of fun that’ll be White pasta, steak and lobster
Saut shrimp five different sauces
Crawfish, sausage, even Ostrich
Watch us run from the crack monster
Conciense, of the world that lost us My Nina roisters, wonder what to cross us Balers don’t care what u call us Living caucios taking no loses
Own my own office, got no accomplice
The thought of us just makes me nauseous
Promise mom this time its honest
Drop hits and make legitimate profit
Knowledge, from the street college
Reach for the top, just watch the copas
Imposters hate true mobsters
Cause we lost trust and we all bust