From the recording Eli's Prism

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Lyrics

that's ... yo man, that's just... her business, word

yo leave here alone man, I'm tired of you fucking with her!

that's my girl man, all that time we was talking about my girl

I threw her ass in the water

GIRL OVERBOARD!

what the hell

can I get that mic

notice how different the mic make your voice sound? check this out...

truth

I'm not mister love song
the raps known for quickness will cut bronze
known a couple of chicks who sing with dumb charm
but I don't need a crooner
never seen no damn need to be keen and cooler
or to spit a sixteen at a queen to woo her
brothers think it's the big screen, they ruin a mix
seem to do it for kicks need to leave the sewer
what I mean's fuck that
cause I ain't your mister love track
and this ain't the genre to charm the doves at
I wanna love my girl without awkward drawbacks
and softer raw raps, a Sarlacc
swallowing all that, the barnacles all latch
to models and ball out 'til wallets'll fall flat
polish 'em off and move onto the next
I'm on a roster with all the best
man I'm a monster, the Moss Man causing deaths
awesome, call my ex, watch 'em flock on some moms to Delonte West
iconic in fact, I'm calm but on the attack
the Brick anomaly back ripping an odyssey
but not mr. "pardon me,
can I get a drink of Chardonnay for the chick"
in this economy I'm pissed and wanna flee
and nix the drama deeds, insist ya oughtta leave, apologies

whoa

alright, alright, I had to get 'em started. I had to get 'em started

woo

there's more girls than fellas you can see that we're dealing with the girls today fellas

well, it's better

yo

you must think you married some kind of nut

at least that's the impression I had

of course if I find I'm wrong I'll throw you in the nearest ditch without a backward look

I don't believe you, you'd look back

maybe, one quick glance

to see if I hurt myself when I hit the ditch, right?

yeah

what's a hooker?
turn that ass away quick like Chucky Booker
what is a hooker?
turn that ass away quick like Chucky Booker
who's hooky?
turn that ass away quick like, turn that ass away quick like
she's gonna start hooking any second
turn that ass away quick like, turn that...

next thing you know the ho starts to ill
next thing you know the ho starts to ill
next thing you know the ho starts to ill
she says "I love you, Harold," and your name is Will