Hello?
I wish I was little bit meaner
I wish I was a schemer
I wish I had a knife that could stab through your screeners
I wish I had ABBA in the back of a cab
And an M5 Beemer
I wish I was like six-foot-nine
So I can get with gwinky
Cause she won't blow me but yo she's really fine
You know I see all you online
Everytime I post, and even while drinking
I am thinking up a way to stab you all
Cause bnb’s living phat
Her boyfriend's cash and he does math
So how am I gonna compete with that
Cause when it comes to playing schmoopie-ball
I'm always last to be picked
And in some cases never picked at all
So I just stand off to the side
Or shut up in the corner with the rest of the socks
Who’d just rather run and hide
Dang y'all! I never understood, (whack!)
Why TM gets the fly girls
And me I get my hood crapped
I tell 'em scat, skittle, scabobble
Stop or NotBob’ll
Put you in the hospital
For talkin' that mess
I confess it's a shame when you’re working for a firm
That puts you in a box and nobody knows yo' name
Glad I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcommeth by thoughts of being there forever
Right?
So now I work short days and see my kids everynight.
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I wish I was little bit meaner
I wish I was a schemer
I wish I had a knife that could stab through your screeners
I wish I had ABBA in the back of a cab
And an M5 Beemer
I wish I was little bit meaner
I wish I was a schemer
I wish I had a knife that could stab through your screeners
I wish I had ABBA in the back of a cab
And an M5 Beemer
I wish I had a brand-new rap
No crap, I got this monkey rep
And everytime I post, yo I gets laughed at
And when I'm on the board I'm laid back
I see some big racks and read about who’s on crack
And who's flat
And do you really wanna know what's really whack
See I can't even win a race
So, what you think of that?
I heard that RP worked friendlies
Let the lackies give out jimmies
But really tho' I 'm not in the know
When I'm in my office I can't even get a hello
Well so many people wanna post crap on Friday
Well then I'ma have to get in my car and go
You know I take 101 until the 92
Get off at 3, IM my homies “I laugh at you”
Cause it's hard to survive when your billin'
In a glass-walled prison and
These days just keep passin' you by
Bill more time, bill more time
Makes me say my, my, my
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I wish I was little bit meaner
I wish I was a schemer
I wish I had a knife that could stab through your screeners
I wish I had ABBA in the back of a cab
And an M5 Beemer
I wish I was little bit meaner
I wish I was a schemer
I wish I had a knife that could stab through your screeners
I wish I had ABBA in the back of a cab
And an M5 Beemer
I wish I was little bit meaner
I wish I was a schemer
Hey, I wish I had my way
Cause everyday would be Breasticle Day
You could even see pp’s tittays
I would play FB games
Name your kids FB names Little Hankie, Fringey, Coltrane
Yo you know that's on the real
So if you're sick of reading crap
Then you should notice how I deal
Cause if I don't want you around
It’s so simple, Burger button, off to fu-town
Hey, you , what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
Ahhhh, yes, ain't that fresh?
Everybody wants to get down like dat
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I wish I was little bit meaner
I wish I was a schemer
I wish I had a knife that could stab through your screeners
I wish I had ABBA in the back of a cab
And an M5 Beemer
I wish I was little bit meaner
I wish I was a schemer
I wish I had a knife that could stab through your screeners
I wish I had ABBA in the back of a cab
And an M5 Beemer
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