jarren benton – the way it goes lyrics
[verse 1: jarren benton]
east side ‘til i die ho, f-ck you to my rivals
holy bible, -ssault, rifle
i’m high as h-ll like micheal
jackson on propofol, tylenol, howdy y’all?
hatin’ n-gg-s i’m ridin’ off
in a sp-ceship on gold d’s
i freebased then od’d then i wake up in the er
why am i such a r-t-rd?
your girlfriend such a sweetheart
she gave me head in a cheap car
in the back seat, we are not alike
i’m a monster with a gun sir in a trench coat
say one word to me wrong, then
it’s click-clack, pow-pow, 6 feet under
yup, put a little c-ke in my nose
okay, i wanna f-ck marilyn monroe
if i can’t get the p-ssy i’ll be satistfied if she
let me put my d-ck on the side of her toes
m.o.b., no time for hoes
d-ck hang like no time for clothes
after i bust, vamonos then i’ll take these hoes at the domino’s
i crumble those p-ssy rappers then stuff his -ss in an envelope
shout out to my homeboys who can’t smoke because they’re on parole
pour beer on the b-tches head while gettin’ head
get so high, forget my name
she called me jarren, i slapped the ho, b-tch this is fred
i’m gettin’ bread like pillsbury
the p-ssy can’t be real hairy
if she looks like chewbacca with no clothes on, that’s real scary
i put the beat in a body bag, then throw that sh-t in the crematory
mr bartender i’ll throw a molotov c-cktail at your green ferrari
my brains on the back of a milk box
f-ck y’all, kick rocks
the way that i murdered these verses
f-ck it, you might as well say i killed hip-hop
[hook: planet iv]
so tell that hatin’ n-gg- he can go and eat a d-ck
cause to be honest really i don’t give a sh-t
i got a burner for my enemies and foes
cause i know i know i know just the way it goes
and if you see me pullin’ up in with my clique
just know we came to go r-t-rded in this b-tch
we got no manners, no respect, well i suppose
cause i know i know i know just the way it goes
[verse 2: jarren benton]
thank god for my grandma’s bas-m-nt
i coulda been livin’ on the pavement
i woop a n-gg-‘s -ss like texas walker and spaz on hoes like cavemen
nah n-gg- these ain’t ray-bans
i’m throwed off b-tch like rainman
made a p-ssy pop then breakdance
‘til my d-ck kiss the holy ghost, b-tch amen
christian dior my fragrance
america caucasians’ favorite
n-gg-r, put a f-ckin’ rapper on a grill with a side of collard greens and ate ‘em
i’m still tryna f-ck candy latham, now i can probably f-ck raven-
symoné, show up at her house at night with a side of that canadian bacon
yeah, as-salāmu ‘alaik-m, rambo gun b-tch, spray ‘em
f-ck y’all n-gg-s still hatin’, f-ck these hoes don’t save ‘em
i keep a hat low like raiden, get blown with eddie van halen
knock-knock, anybody home in my head, y’all hoes know my f-ckin’ brain’s vacant
b-tch, i came off of a wu-tang, gettin’ paper like bruce wayne
i got an asian ho that suck d-ck and do kung-fu like liu kang
blowin’ gasoline and butane, my last alb-m had 2 chainz
yeah i’m tryna eat every rapper, i’m a f-ckin’ beast on that food chain, b-tch!
[hook]
[verse 3: planet vi]
it’s planet vi in this b-i-t-c-h and i see why i receive hate
cause even back when i was me how they couldn’t see
may ironic, so sick that it makes ya vomit
ladies wanna f-ck my pockets to make love to my wallet
instead they said if i hoppin’ on top of my d-ck like a rabbit
pull my plug in her socket sit back i just let hot rocket
and you don’t know how we to drop it
is it a bird or is it a plane
b-tch, i’m more like an unidentified flyin’ object, i’m alien fresh
now you can see how an alien dress
ain’t no time for takin’ a rest
cookin’ up raps when i’m in the both
i might as well put my hair in net
but i don’t think that they hearing me yet
should i yell, should i scream
just so you could know what the f-ck i mean
didn’t n-body tell you that i’m crazy
and i’m insane at the same d-mn time
since i was a baby it was my plan of makin’ the game mine
throwin’ up v-i, please do not mistake that for a gang sign
and i’m a p.i.m.p., so you know that i only attract dimes
i’m number eleven on top of the richter scale
i’m killin’ the game and spittin’ them bars
so i should get sent to jail
i’m out of your league ho
now all i see is green, pockets on cee-lo
ballin’ on these foul -ss n-gg-s, f-ck a free throw
[hook]
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