punching you in the mouth The ones who don't want your autograph scream at you that you've sold out You wonder why you ever got involved in this You
, I'm gonna join that heavenly van I'm gonna join that heavenly van Won't it be so bright and fair When we meet loved ones up there When we join that heavenly van Dear brother, be ready
need some college And we just need one hit single to break Get ready here it comes, yeah This song sounds like a dance song 'cause dance songs are cool
' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools And when you
vocals and do a performance But we in a van, and he in a tour bus You want my autograph you's a liar No, I'm Swift (Oh, I thought you was Kuniva) And
What if you saw, if you were walkin' on a street An' a black man was comin' towards you What would, what would you be feelin'? Just one single black
a ditch Daily dug for himself on his grave I had to piss Scud missile never miss you Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip through You metal deeper, you
wearin your shit in the projects, you're a fuckin bitch Knahmsayin Nas? You need to you need to you need to get a fuckin fireproof fuckin van that's how you
here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of me PC creep with at least three heats And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats You niggas actin' like you don't feel a draft You
tsukuru dake ja son ja ne? are kore kangaetemo shou ga nee kara deta toko shoubu de ikou Buddy ARE ARE? dous * a no kyuu ni odori das * a ze keep ON
when the East is in the house (You better watch your motherfuckin' mouth) You, you, you, you, you It's just rules with beats, you clown niggaz can't
t you? Ain't that how come we don't rap off pro tunes Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in a van and he in a tour bus You don't want my autograph
they are ready, when you're ready, when you're ready Tell them they are ready, when you're ready, when you're ready When you're ready, when you're ready, when you
make you feel hi-i-igh Killin you softly with no lye While your toe taps I'm breakin your back over my hi-hat Kick drum is makin you numb, snare snap
it eighty nine is mine you can't stop it are you ready for the drop (yeah) then drop it Chorus Outro: now freak me (are you ready) hit it hit it hit
best to patch it up But we were all just big assholes So, if you wanna make a band, Get ready for a good ride Don't let weasels, sharks, and fiends, and creeps Force you
they find you, when they told you get lost Tell me why you're grittin', when you have no dental floss Wasn't my loss, thought you were the boss? You
Study the guidelines Yeah on my last few twelve inches Walk around with a long knife-twelve inches That's real sharp for cutting ya skin Tie you up make you