Well, I'm a hunchback, super black tower block core Fine tooth whale bait cowering boom bait Simple boy, simple girl, simple world, so I heard Landing
An Yall Aint Even Passin' Gas When I Spit Im The Definition Of Mastered Craft An All Yall Ask About Is Aftermath Motherfucker MOVE ON... CHORUS Verse 2 *Joe
Kyle's momma is a big fat bitch Kyle's momma is a big fat bitch She's a three toed, stank ass, cross-eyed biiitch (Tell 'em Joe) I'm Joe C The C stands
'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place Super fly, livin double wide Side car my glide So Joe C can
world up Let's not wait until the end To be the things we wish we'd been You were meant to live life Come on, let's fly You're a super trouper spotlight
Verse Two: This is Sage Francis / Francisco / Co-Dependent relationship / Ship wreck / Recollect / Electoral vote / Vote me into Senate / Knit picky Joe Beats / Joe
When I go to the super store People look so tired and bored and their backs are sore. As I walk up and down the aisles The people they don't smile they
fire flower, flyer than the super feather Superman with two propellers, enter that, ninja rap You can call it Super Shredder, boss scene, Ross theme You can call it super
Rock, Rob, Joe, and Big E is one unit Supreme force, ever since Main Source, my nigga Shoulda had yo ass drunk like liquor, in a stuper Got to stay super
Never snitch, never dominate I'll be wild, smokin drowsy) Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic Sippin gin, juice and tonic Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, super
Marlyn without a Joe D'maggio Oh where'd that horse and carriage go? In the castle I'll build for you On an island meant just for two What if people
So just how far down do you want to go And we can talk it out over a cup of Joe And you can look deep into my eyes Like I was a super-model Well it's
choirs Forget about a??I quita?? no more retires It's who can maintain as they ride on the flames With gasoline, cop a new beam Get that super bad dime
s and 10s And up top niggas drinkin' juices With gin juices, with gin juices, with gin News cars, pretty broads, neighborhood superstars Going far, goin' to the super
[Mannie] I know you wish you could find a Nigga wit a dick like a anaconda Neighborhood hot boy, super-shiner Pimp, playa, president, Big Tymer, tymer
gonna make me cry Gorgonzola, Provolone Don't even get me started on this microphone I blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka I'm a super-dooper, MC
the hottest monologue In star poetic inserts and yes y'all My speech is like holding two glocks apiece The outreach that rock police The super adventure
I never have done it Never got drunk and never got blunted The {?} in my ear, they cost about a hundred If the record's a hit, you know the Biz spun it Super