sbn3 – guy guy lyrics
heard an album called “guy” by a guy called “guy”
i’ll rip his style like i’m so sly
deposit rivetin’ me, i’mma keep it to me
got a couple of fists and i suggest he keep it to he
spun another album ’bout a battle i won’t fight one
i don’t like one, go run and go write one
’bout how i’m so sweet that i couldn’t be type one
imagine if the bright one distracted by a light sum
tina turner anna mae; sittin’ watching anime
random man i’m in la, lay me out an an array
dammit man a whole parade let my people celebrate
sippin’ on the cel-a-ray, doctor brown h-llo and hey
labor day it’s gatorade, green sweat my labor made
hurricane another day, abba? nah its a bay bay
a bay bay, a bay bay
my affidavit always stated flow would go and liberate it
bring a hand or a two, need for handlin’ you
handyman been handed with a manicure too
creative sh-t fun but i ain’t playin’ with you
soon i’m slayin’ these dudes, yes i’m sayin’ it’s true
keep a loose invitational, the esoteric satiable
deal off the table? well hey that’s debatable
my capital palpable
the fact is it’s actual, f-ck a rational lateral
you call it inspiration? well i call it the anthem
for any danny, tammy, sammy who’s career is in ransom
danny got a deal now they payin’ danny handsome
ghost-ride the whip, i see danny bought a phantom
watchin’ nickelodeon, ya pop another soda in
grow the h-ll up or else you sloppin’ in the moldy bin
with cheetos and fritos doritos, see it? no veto?
that make you a sad one, a bad one dying like tivo
jabronies you owe me, let’s showdown like omi
cap 20 12’s and the gunman was kony
sick of these phony erroneous grodies
face like a tony’s, you actin’ for tonys
you holy matrimony rash rice-a-roni eatin’
i’m godfather rich, see me dining with a keaton
i’m easy like a weekend? well you ain’t the one competin’
weaklin’ like a vegan seekin’ meet the one who reapin’
jam for me…
even when the fame p-ss
and they call you lame -ss, you ain’t gettin’ the same -ss
ain’t a common phenomena when the heckler ain’t last
neutron gats, be a shame when their brain blast
you carl on a llama and ya cryin’ to mama
and desiigner dishonored cause you ain’t even like pandas
peel me back like bananas and you will call that i’m manic
but i got the gabbana, dolce designed my cabana in ‘lanta
check my planna’ see i ran outta mana
so i’m visitin’ santa the man of magic advantage
he told me; “ay man you already enchanted”
and romantic your demand seemin kinda outlandish
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