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jarren benton - g.e.d. lyrics

[intro: kato]
i just got my g.e.d
so there ain’t sh-t you can say to me
(x3)

yeah, kato
jarren, benton
4, ize
waddup?
you ever try to suck your own d-ck?
that sh-t never works do it?
i just got my g.e.d. n-gga!
finna style on these n-ggas

[verse 1: jarren benton]
every day i wake up (yawn)
tryna get this cake up
smack a b-tch so hard, i knock off all her make-up
stomach rumbling, f-cking rappers ’bout to get ate up
y’all a bunch of queers, they cheering for team jacob
josephine baker, blowing green acres
bully n-ggas for lunch money, i need paper
f-ck with me, is bump 50 with clean razors
and i stand the f-ck out like new shorts and pink gators
torpedo on my arm
b-tch i’m not the norm’
and i’m posted at the bar all day like i’m norm
clueless like a blood in a blue uniform
and the sh-t i’m smoking got me seeing blue unicorns (woo)
stunting on these n-ggas like i just hit the lottery
d-ck in your b-tch -ss, like a colonoscopy
got my ged, but i majored in philosophy
got a minor in psychology, who’s f-cking hot as me?
n-ggas think it’s a game, cause jarren’s a monopoly
sawed off shotgun, to break you off properly
stand between me and my paper, like apostrophe
give n-ggas lobotomies, they sh-ttin’ out colostomies
b-tches used to diss me, they ain’t wanna talk to me
jock’s shoved me in the lockers cause i act awkwardly
now i’m getting p-ssy like i study gynecology
the dopest n-gga from the bottom, yeah b-tch, i got him here

[verse 2: 4ize]
uh-huh, i said yeah b-tch i gotta be
blessed like the dalai lama
your mama honour me
probably, it’s certified, guaranteed
kato, jarren b, 4ize apparently
the illest motherf-ckers like 3, the hard ways
so i freestyle, getting off at freedom parkway
okay? is y’all p-ssed off yet?
cut the check, my money long as chris bosh neck
with paid salary in eric 9’s art gallery
i’m a beast, with the vampire immortality
in the pale moonlight, dancing
i’m dancing, romancing fine b-tches like scarlett johansson
freaky sl-ts and tramps with these hoes
i’ll show ’em what they p-ssy made for
black, white, indian, italian, asians and puerto ricans
f-cking every colour in the rainbow
my fire, flame, oh
i’m smoking on the best for a living
and s-x is a given if i’m next to a pigeon
chicken head, hood rat, googoo with a monkey
the amb-ssador, i do it for my country
do it for the haters, i do it for hip-hop
ain’t nothin peewee up under my big top
i’m hard headed like a b-n-r
stupid like homer (d’oh!)
with a general education diploma

[verse 3: laws]
castlevanian mansion
ring, brady and manson
ballerina in the attic and the lady’s dancing
80 phantoms, maybe i’m inhaling branson
and maybe i’m bronson
super sperm, break the condom
a hundred kids walk around with my physical structure
my older son drank ’till he made his liver rupture
my second oldest like moses
‘cept he took two of every creature, put ’em in his freezer and he froze ’em
my brain half dead, pledge allegiance to the chosen
these hookers want my kids, caught ’em leaving with the trojan
try and empty it with legs open
i clotheslined her in the days inn parking lot and now she choking
i’m laughing at the moon while i’m rapping to this tune
i will make an -ss out of you if you ever -ssume
configure me cause i’m using simplicity
i will f-cking stab you next month, and turn the future to history
people think i’m a prophet cause i’m dressing like socrates
easy access, has always been my philosophy
i don’t even flow, my words sit on top of the beat
kathy bates style, use a clock to prop up your feet
down with the sledge hammer, call me 5-0
dead rappers, i don’t turn heads, i give neck fractures
and split heads after
call me jack the rapper
you motherf-ckers pitch crack, i attack the battle

[outro: kato]
i just got my g.e.d
so there ain’t sh-t you can say to me
(x3)

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