| I used to wanna rhyme like Black Star
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| Now all I wanna do is sell Black Tar
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| Heroin to white girls with them black cards
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| Bitch! |
| I told you one day I would be a rap star
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| Not the type to be concerned with being fresh to death
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| But the type to post in my garage all night cookin' meth
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| Crystals in my pocket im a science fair winner
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| The smell of beef and rotten teeth, hey mama whats for dinner
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| Trick-or-Treat let em tweak
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| Obsessively I will Tweet
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| See the scabs across my face, what the fuck is wrong with SPEAK!
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| Shut the door im watchin' porn
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| Its my choice to be alone
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| See the girl fuck a whore
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| Just leave me be, to each his own
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| Every rappers got they on set of problems
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| And im the Jew sent from Hell who really wants to rob em
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| Well what the fuck would I do with some Nikes and a snapback
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| You lames are walkin' ATM’s and im expecting cash back
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| LSD flashbacks hit me like a flash-flood
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| 2 Cold Scorpio fuckin' with that Flash Funk
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| In my trunk I got a Mexican family
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| Moving weight is passé
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| We into human trafficking
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| Everybody’s panicin' the worlds about to end
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| And 2012 is comin' up im lookin' for some head
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| Shit im tryna get some face, im tryna get some mouth
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| On the couch my mama gave to me the day that I moved out
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| Now you’ll see what happens when this birdie leaves the nest
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| Im droppin shit from up above so please enjoy the mess
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| This is for my ex’s each and every one
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| Half are pregnant half are married all are looking pretty dumb
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| But maybe it was better that we ended when we did
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| Cause I probably woulda killed myself if you had my kid
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| I am not the father, I am not the son
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| I am Inside Out Boy, this here is my gun |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brain Food (What's for Dinner) , by - Speak. Song from the album Inside Out Boy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп