hoadley unchained – immaculation lyrics
[verse 1: hoadley unchained]
b-tch, ready or not, here i come
so cold i make dumb b-tches numb
so they’re just sitting, twiddling thumbs and
panties are coming off, bras getting undone
i do this sh-t for fun, still number one under the sun
her p-ssycat took a fat nap on my nut sack afterwards
everybody like, “man you f-cked her?” way back
and i guess you could say she was laid back as i ate that
but i’m still gon’ get it anyways, like i manufaktur maybach
and ain’t that some sh-t? i’m presenting my demands
get it, commands, you with it? i am
but look, ma, no hands when i spit it, and
even while i’m writin’ it, i find a way to heighten it
as i open your eyes like 1700s enlightenment and
seventeen survived while he mastered it, da vinci
oh sh-t, different time period, i’m historically inaccurate
you don’t understand? pick up a f-cking book, man
and educate yourself, you’ll become a fan of uncle sam, d-mn
the rhyming process is therapeutic
but not for me, for you b-tch, i do this
and you gon’ sit there and act clueless?
and you think it’s just me?
nah man, this sh-t runs through the fam
and when we reach the promised land
you gon’ remember sam like you remember stan, cause
i’m the f-cking man
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