Testo Vitamin Zed - Eazy Mac
Testo della canzone Vitamin Zed (Eazy Mac), tratta dall'album Split Personalities
Keep my name, out your fucking mouth
Yeah
I'll prolly end up killing Pete Davids
And for Kanye to call me all jolly
Bring me to the stadium
Put me on the stage
And tell the crowd to start to pray to him
His veins are pulsing
Omg
He has too much cocaine in him
What's his name
It's Eazy Mac
Okay
You win
Nosediving into the table
Do a little tail spin
Every single class I ever took
I fuckin failed in
But now I have more money
Than the teachers
Yeah I nailed it
And I don't build shit
I got slappers like, like I'm Will Smith
I'm prolly jaded now too
Don't tell me to chill bitch
Reality is hard to swallow for you
But I still spit
Penthouse sweet expensive rental fees
Like Memphis, Tennessee
(I got enemies)
On the Hennessy
I can sense the energy
Act vulgar put in the box that's a penalty
Now I'm getting with street midgets
Brought em' back home
Oh no, got evicted
Landlord says that norms are restricted
I say please come see they freak bitches
Yeah, Mac that's a whore
He asked in remorse
I said of course
My bitch wants divorce
Now I'm with these elves
In my slips on the porch
One turn around and fell
When she slipped on the floor
And they got naked on my dick
Made the condom split
Faced the consequence
Now I raise a lot of kids
None of them my name
But I'm waking up at six
Making them their eggs, turkey, bacon, and their fritz
Plus a cup of orange juice from oranges I squished
Nothing but my origins I'm pouring to this bitch
Four adorable dwarfs reported in the ditch
I had to borrow someone's whip
For a, late din with Leo Dicap Kate Winslet
Three seats in the back of a great business
She offered me a lap dance
Cause she stays pimpin
You have to put it in my ass every UK visit
These aged women always crave fitness
She balance on the tip
She's looking like a brave gymnast
The tattoos that I have she said
I'll look like came from the state prison
(Shoulda worn a rubber hey, oh wait a minute)
Hallucinating
Im laughing she's asking what's next
Is she complaining or waiting for some more rough sex
We could board a plane and go stay in places
More up west or out east like Russia
She's like fuck yes
Woah, lost now in Moscow walk round across town
Found a hotel, it's sold out
We're locked out
Took some mushrooms
Then said bitch don't stop now
(You gotta keep eating, no, no)
(Don't stop, keep eating though keep yeah)
Yeah, told you I'm not right in the head
I think the doctors said I'm lacking vitamin zed
Grind my teeth so hard
They fall out eating slices of bread
I got questions no one's answering might wright em' again
Yeah
(Keep my name, out your fucking mouth)
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Writer(s): Adam Stanton, Mahmoud Barett
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