"Generation Y / linaplliK" lyrics
Devon Hendryx Lyrics
World!
Heh, good mornin'
I have something to tell you, you're welcome
Wanna hear a bedtime story?
Heh, too bad bitch
World is coming to an end
The motherfucking world is coming to an end right now
Are you gonna be ready when he come in, huh?
Are you ready when Jesus comes and saves you, huh? (Yeah)
Where are you gonna be when Jesus comes, nigga? (Uh, yeah)
Huh, whatchu' gonna be, huh? (Yo)
Savin' your ass, beatin' your meat you fuckin' lazy ass
Living off borrowed time, the clock ticks faster
Any given moments of B.P. disaster
Don't try to hide, nigga, don't try to yell
Just live every single day like it's 2012
On September 10th, on December 31st
Have a happy new year, hope your life gets worse
Hope you find true love, you're stupid as your auntie
You just stay anonymous like the spider that bit Peter Parker, uh
I had a watch one time
But I ain't never used it 'cause I never come early when my dick's inclined
Pursuit of happiness, perfectly contempt
Livin' an in my happiness, with my scrappy ass chest
I'm so Lauryn Hill'es, got a 'fro and a foogie right where my dick should go
Light bright with a nasty glow
Ten deep in a box of pros ('Cause these bitches fold!)
Voiced out ten minutes in concrete until I kill off every Juggalo in Crenshaw, Compton
Respawns toss his season out and back when?
Devon D on the track, let the story begin, uh
A'ight, weak over here, strong over there
Rocks in a box, and a room full of squares
Now let me take row
Dove a check, fresh check
But hmm, where my hope go?
Let me check under the mattress
Nah that's seeing play chess with death on a seesaw
Took a bath in a pool full of blood
Arose from the suds with a Kanye shrug, like
Everything's gonna be alright (Alright)
Everything's gonna be okay (Okay!)
Am I too young to be the star? (be the star)
My friend, you must be smoking, help me out
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be okay (okay!)
A wise man said "Don't with fools
'Cause people at a distance can't tell who is who"
Now there's a lotta whose who's coming at you
Talkin' tall from the safety of the YouTube
But here's what you do
Watch your back, zip your flock
Yo, watch your back, zip your flock
Keep a strong focus and limit who you run to
Because a little dog doesn't mean they won't cut you
Now forks and plates, they lookin' to eat plenty
But don't ever-ever feed these niggas dinner, Denny's
More food for me, lunch on Cali'
Three sixty meals, [?] finales
And the refurbished burdens of phignamatic 'cause everywhere the black girl swallows, a black cop follows
Now take what I told you, and do it in good taste
If he try to tell you different, punch his ass in the face
Remember this equation, solve it without ace
But the phrase on your bus pass, fuck you, no mass
Lifestyle of the broken discs
Where the unpoor, glorified don't fit
And if your habitat is a project housing
You're an outcast like 'dre 3000
But put your mind to it, and you can't move mountains
But even Barry Bonds never bet 1000
Pity on the mind and until you drown
Here's some regret to wash it down
'Cause dreams like yours never get fulfilled
Try to ride for a cause and you'll loose a will
So just stare at the walls of your lonely room
Suicide made it stop, it'll be here soon
And you can try to hide and make him late
But when your times up you won't escape
Try to ignore, pay me no mind
But I won't die like virtue mind, no
Lift off, Christ off
Got it, get it?
Good, get lost
Rich grain, same color as your Smirnoff
Now I'm in the cage, Eric Bischoff
I used to sleep alone, now I sleep in the covers with an Alaskan bitch who cook up cod when I want it
She pronounces everything with a fucked up stutter
She can't speak a lick of English, she know how to get the butter
I think really I love her but, eh
Not like these young, rich and pale
Her parents want to endite me
Her mother said that she loves us, supports us even despite me
But there's something about that accent that woah, it just excites me
Her father's a feedbag and won't invite me to his parties
Damn, was this something to do with the curse of ham?
Mr. Palin, please tell [?] I love her
Come and see me if she wants a second baby with the perfect tan
Yeah, now all I need is a slap on the wrist from the GOP
I asked Ann if she's down with the OGP
She sad, "Nah, but I'm up for some BBC"
Uh, so what we stayin' where I'm going, man?
Campaign, campaign, that's a summer plan
Take a seat, let's outline a market scam
Too many MC's, not enough fans
Yeah, how it goes in the vape?
Ha, ha, ha
Uh, one two, one two
I don't give a fuck about them or you
Yeah, hey, hey
White bitches with big tits, uh
Aw man, I'm signing off, whoo!
Yeah, fuck Sarah Palin
If she wins, I'm going back to Africa, seriously
You know, it makes your rednecks happy
Africa, here I come (Fucking fatass)
If Palin is wins, we're all done (Old ass, cracker Jack)
Yeah, we are (Tea party bastards, fucking die)
Die! (Die!)
See you on election day
We're waiting in the voting room, with a knife
Stab you in the balls, bitch
That's a threat, that's a threat, suburbia
That's a threat, middle America
Die
Heh, good mornin'
I have something to tell you, you're welcome
Wanna hear a bedtime story?
Heh, too bad bitch
World is coming to an end
The motherfucking world is coming to an end right now
Are you gonna be ready when he come in, huh?
Are you ready when Jesus comes and saves you, huh? (Yeah)
Where are you gonna be when Jesus comes, nigga? (Uh, yeah)
Huh, whatchu' gonna be, huh? (Yo)
Savin' your ass, beatin' your meat you fuckin' lazy ass
Living off borrowed time, the clock ticks faster
Any given moments of B.P. disaster
Don't try to hide, nigga, don't try to yell
Just live every single day like it's 2012
On September 10th, on December 31st
Have a happy new year, hope your life gets worse
Hope you find true love, you're stupid as your auntie
You just stay anonymous like the spider that bit Peter Parker, uh
I had a watch one time
But I ain't never used it 'cause I never come early when my dick's inclined
Pursuit of happiness, perfectly contempt
Livin' an in my happiness, with my scrappy ass chest
I'm so Lauryn Hill'es, got a 'fro and a foogie right where my dick should go
Light bright with a nasty glow
Ten deep in a box of pros ('Cause these bitches fold!)
Voiced out ten minutes in concrete until I kill off every Juggalo in Crenshaw, Compton
Respawns toss his season out and back when?
Devon D on the track, let the story begin, uh
A'ight, weak over here, strong over there
Rocks in a box, and a room full of squares
Now let me take row
Dove a check, fresh check
But hmm, where my hope go?
Let me check under the mattress
Nah that's seeing play chess with death on a seesaw
Took a bath in a pool full of blood
Arose from the suds with a Kanye shrug, like
Everything's gonna be alright (Alright)
Everything's gonna be okay (Okay!)
Am I too young to be the star? (be the star)
My friend, you must be smoking, help me out
Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
Everything's gonna be okay (okay!)
A wise man said "Don't with fools
'Cause people at a distance can't tell who is who"
Now there's a lotta whose who's coming at you
Talkin' tall from the safety of the YouTube
But here's what you do
Watch your back, zip your flock
Yo, watch your back, zip your flock
Keep a strong focus and limit who you run to
Because a little dog doesn't mean they won't cut you
Now forks and plates, they lookin' to eat plenty
But don't ever-ever feed these niggas dinner, Denny's
More food for me, lunch on Cali'
Three sixty meals, [?] finales
And the refurbished burdens of phignamatic 'cause everywhere the black girl swallows, a black cop follows
Now take what I told you, and do it in good taste
If he try to tell you different, punch his ass in the face
Remember this equation, solve it without ace
But the phrase on your bus pass, fuck you, no mass
Lifestyle of the broken discs
Where the unpoor, glorified don't fit
And if your habitat is a project housing
You're an outcast like 'dre 3000
But put your mind to it, and you can't move mountains
But even Barry Bonds never bet 1000
Pity on the mind and until you drown
Here's some regret to wash it down
'Cause dreams like yours never get fulfilled
Try to ride for a cause and you'll loose a will
So just stare at the walls of your lonely room
Suicide made it stop, it'll be here soon
And you can try to hide and make him late
But when your times up you won't escape
Try to ignore, pay me no mind
But I won't die like virtue mind, no
Lift off, Christ off
Got it, get it?
Good, get lost
Rich grain, same color as your Smirnoff
Now I'm in the cage, Eric Bischoff
I used to sleep alone, now I sleep in the covers with an Alaskan bitch who cook up cod when I want it
She pronounces everything with a fucked up stutter
She can't speak a lick of English, she know how to get the butter
I think really I love her but, eh
Not like these young, rich and pale
Her parents want to endite me
Her mother said that she loves us, supports us even despite me
But there's something about that accent that woah, it just excites me
Her father's a feedbag and won't invite me to his parties
Damn, was this something to do with the curse of ham?
Mr. Palin, please tell [?] I love her
Come and see me if she wants a second baby with the perfect tan
Yeah, now all I need is a slap on the wrist from the GOP
I asked Ann if she's down with the OGP
She sad, "Nah, but I'm up for some BBC"
Uh, so what we stayin' where I'm going, man?
Campaign, campaign, that's a summer plan
Take a seat, let's outline a market scam
Too many MC's, not enough fans
Yeah, how it goes in the vape?
Ha, ha, ha
Uh, one two, one two
I don't give a fuck about them or you
Yeah, hey, hey
White bitches with big tits, uh
Aw man, I'm signing off, whoo!
Yeah, fuck Sarah Palin
If she wins, I'm going back to Africa, seriously
You know, it makes your rednecks happy
Africa, here I come (Fucking fatass)
If Palin is wins, we're all done (Old ass, cracker Jack)
Yeah, we are (Tea party bastards, fucking die)
Die! (Die!)
See you on election day
We're waiting in the voting room, with a knife
Stab you in the balls, bitch
That's a threat, that's a threat, suburbia
That's a threat, middle America
Die
