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alaskan fishermen - man of the hour lyrics

[verse 1] (father time)
i hop into a car handcuffed and drive with my feet
without a boombox i’m still there supplying the beat
i’m as fly as the sweetest model from the french riviera
who has relatives in cali that are friends with the sheriff
a definition of a royal compound society
the benefactor of a girl’s write down in her diary
inherited swiftly and have a fair one with a gypsy
cause she thinks that she can drink heavy comparing it with me
i lead big tracks, y’all making some baby bars
i hate to get involved but y’all n+ggas are bakery soft
lightning thunder
starving, all yous die from hunger
most of your talent is harder to find than whitey bulger
the number one ragam+ffin smoke tree agriculture, that’s me!
the baddest uncle catching these average hustlers
so listen up closely when i’m talking to you
i get thrown back like women’s hair when they first walk in the room
(girl who that?)
(i don’t know, but i’mma walk over there real quick, mmm!)

[verse 2] (father time)
it’s out of control, out of contreezy, had to reroll
it’s part of my soul, trying to teach me how to reload
when h+ll breaks loose, the firefight out in the bush
so tell those troops to try and snipe their way out of the woods
after i guide you out this mess you can call me colonel
it’s the major +n+lyst working for the wall street journal
you ain’t that nice
i’ll stab you with a railroad spike
to get high i only have to inhale it twice
[verse 3] (father time)
father forgive me for everything i speak is chaotic
and symbolic of growing up inside a roxburry project
i’ll use all gargantuan b+tches
force out
smoking more squares than when you’re outside of the courthouse
hold your bars before you fall out, kiddo
it’s uncharted
i know the ref and his pockets are filled with enough dollars
cause it gets chilly, willie
i’m the trinity clock man
spin you around dizzy with the silliest drop slam
hot d+mn!
hallelujah!
shrapnel flies right through ya
look at [?] riding scooters

[verse 4] (father time)
i take ya honey bun and then i squirt it on ya face
cause you the kind of rapper that ties his shirt around your waist
f+ck the 4 seasons, i’d rather be at the ritz
your life don’t work like charging batteries in the [?]
i’m so sick of these d+cks talking about they have a ruger
when most of them come from the nice part of chatanooga
a barracuda tattoo on the girl’s ass at hooters
but ironically she ends up marrying a parachuter
turn heads, round stick, medium ball point
when i put out the greatest hits featuring all choice
so holla if you jockin it the positive optometrist
hit 3 points on [?]
uninhibited dramatic screen plays the melody softly
so if you don’t practice pay the penalty often
401k and benefit plan
the grease monkey fixing cars putting belts on the fan
[verse 5] (father time)
i got your head swaying back with a permanent wiggle
kind of like your lady friend when she slurps it and giggles
i’m the epitome of a relentless mind working, spines jerking
i’m certain that i’m still flirting with this fly version
of divine culture
drop liquor, spill the suds over
but luck!lly i had some plastic on my fine sofas
crush a rock in the palm of my fist
crack every bone in my body when i’m starting the twist
focus thang up, meet me at the cold cabana
hold chit+chatter, stab her with a cloak and dagger
my reflection is a gold shimmering waterfront
my obsession is a hoe giving me what i want (look at that body)
it doesn’t matter who you are, you remembering me
cause i can do a backflip without bending my knees
man i told you this is raw, i’m not having a slow jam
i’m currently attending a microphone [?]
sitting, low driving, 740, i am
hit the road flying steady
won’t rewrite here
i know you’re hungry man, let me go get you a pop tart
cause you about 10 pounds lighter than callista flockheart
welcome to daddy clocker
cheffing it up with betty crocker
stop on a dime, interlocked for panty dropper
papa long d+ck outlasting hoes getting tired
buck fifty and a m3 blasting stone temple pilots
(faster in my car)

- alaskan fishermen lyrics

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