kaboom atomic – control lyrics
[chorus]
control
talk all you want, say i’m this and i’m that when i walk with a tongue that’s equipped with the rap of a bandage
showing you how bored i am with this language
yo, convicted of a sentence, conviction in a sentence
ripping intuition ripping you in two wishin i stopped
i’m on top privates talk about a
private stock
you’re ducking me like federov
she’s bugging me i fed her off
my pen is illin’ better get some penicillin
it’s hard where we live to tell a vision from the television
in a way a word arranged can say that we’re deranged
i stay the same, a person changes with a purse in change
if i say i hate the song you did i’m being nice
i won’t consider things you do as cold, should you be in ice
she sees her rights as something
caesar writes on
paper towels
calculate her pay per hour
add it up her papers ours
whether it’s c0ke our flour, it’s still a wad of dough
kaboom you wanna show for thirty bucks?
would you wanna show?
i’ve been in her since she was innocent in a sense
your ho will give you ten percent
i’m getting ten percent, i spent
take her to my house
get her wrecked until i get erect
you better sweat
now i know you’re scared
cause your bed is wet
you better check
you bet i check
the bets to you, you bet or check
get a step your head is next
oops nope your head’s a neck
insinuating -ssh0l- accusations to each other
in sin you ate an apple and now everybody suffers
get at em adam automic atomic no rehearsals running circles round the world the world is run in circles
[chorus]
so bored!
i met a girl named angela in the summer then went to los angeles and lost angela’s number
you’re giving me a headache, yo you why did you rhyme at all?
i tore the bathroom apart, tile and all for some tylenol
the ghetto gets raped, evil forces penetrate
death rate inflates, you need an s cape to escape
i make the whole world wanna believe
in how real i am, my lyrics make a wannabe leave
i know a few close women that don’t wear their clothes women
a retired coach illin with the hoes cold chillin
i gave a bum a hundred dollar bill so he could buy crack
came right back, he was hanging off a bike rack
i’m sick on records and i can’t be disinfected
it’s gotta be unhealthy for me to be this infected
you have to be a scholar for this song to be conceivable for you to do it’s like a badger pushing to conceive a bull
[chorus]
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