jay stone (enotsyaj) – problem to ignore lyrics
the remedy is rolled, and the hennessey is cold
my hand is better than yours, my n-gga, so just fold
when the starter shoot the pistol and the people start to cheer
bless the martyr with your silence, he is just a volunteer
’cause the mind is filled with violence and the heart is filled with fear
these containers filled with something to level the playing field
’cause distraction is a b-tch, satisfaction just a state of mind
she had s-x with his wife, “hey b-tch, you satisfied?”
“not quite” she replied, “i want a lot more
i want the rembrandt, the rubens, and the van gogh
the black diamonds in the safe, the lambo, and the quattro”
that’s when the butler walked in and put the needle in her neck
put more ice in the drink and then asked what’s next
cherry-glazed peac-ck and roasted artichoke
put the needle on the record, fire up and let’s smoke
and tell the private detective that his pictures are a joke
i’m outta here, tell the cap to bring the boat around back
put the jacket on my back, the moon mirrored off the water
throw the body in the harbor, hit the motherf-cking throttle
problem solved, you’re such a good problem solver
hand me the lighter, give the molotov to oliver
make it look like arson, full collection on the policy
a few broken bricks and a rope soaked in kerosene
take the bridge, misdirection, so we can reconvene
[bob ross]
pull up your easy chair and just relax. just leave that little rascal out
but if you want a mountain, then (?) the canvas
decide where your mountain lives in your world. we’ll take some black, some prussian blue, alizarin crimson, and mix it together
the mayor’s on the phone, and he said to bring his daughter home
tell him 81 million in rubies and gold bullion
we ain’t playin’, we some k!llers, put a finger with the ransom note
blood-soaked envelope you know that this is not a joke
front page on the chronicle, breakfast in bed
mayor’s daughter found dead, no soul with no head
with a portrait of a newborn tatted on her leg
yea, another sad story
just be glad it isn’t boring, stimulation is important
morning afters and abortions reconsider transactions
homicide without warning, straight razor to the face
now the barber side is burning, no open wounds and insecurities
lips chapped with dried blood, two black women
having s-x on a white rug, lotta kissing lotta sucking
lotta l!cking but it’s not enough, she said “it feels good
but i really wanna get f-cked” i like it rough
ride across town, the buyer’s waiting on the tarmac
shooter was an ex-marine k!ller slash acrobat
hit you with the sedative, paralysis, and heart attack
dental records inconclusive, this is in the pasta
check the rasta, found him eating biscuits at the red lobster
he’s a mobster,i’m a monster, f-ck halle berry with her own oscar
eatin’ chunky monkey ben & jerry’s watching sportscenter
post man at the door, letter sent return to sender
[bob ross]
(?) rascal (?) the only thing you’re worried about is a nice outside edge. we don’t care what’s happening on the inside right now. we will later. your color is mixing with the liquid white continually, and automatically… automatically
danger danger, don’t you dare touch the third rail
shot yogi and the ranger, now i’m tryna post bail
stuck in jonestown, with a couple pounds i’m tryna sell
the locals sippin’ jesus juice, it tends to give them dizzy spells
they fail to really see the truth, denial plagues the psyche
skip the mistrial, now your freedom is unlikely
misplaced the witness, and dismissed the hit list
my mistress don’t like me, but her p-ssy is inviting
me and my d-ck to dinner, chicken and some seasoned rice
therapist and stress reliever, her mouth is workin’ overtime
f-cked her on her couch, ’cause the lay-z-boy did not recline
repelling down the mountainside, when the thought hits my mind
philosophaster, …velociraptor
you’re not a g*nius, but got dammit you’re a brilliant b-st-rd
kidnapped the captor, and intensified the climax
the negative was tri-x, the premeditation gave him patience
and some cracker jacks, infinite ammunition
counterproductive minion, and a humble disposition
open up the trunk, and disposal of the remnants
couple crumbled photographs, and a gold pendant
throw them in the reservoir, someone told me less was more
i’m ah’ choose the third door, when the battle and the war
fix the game and shave the score, k!ll the rich enslave the poor
just a glitch in the system, another problem to ignore
[bob ross]
ok, tell you what. there’s a big path in there. take some vandite and brown, and you have to make a big decision here, where does your path live? maybe your path lives right there. so you’d lay on a basic shape just using the brown. and we don’t know where this path goes. it goes up here and hides behind the bushes somewhere
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