Lee Scott - COUNT BASED
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{Verse 1 - Lee Scott}
I wish I sounded more like Eazy-E but for now I'm sound with being me
A stealth assassin with a squeaky knee
Limping through your living room on PCP, screaming 'Leave me be!'
Can't you people see?
I've been tripping since me Eddie Griffin episode of Def Comedy Jam on DVD went missing
And now I be, incomplete, like the box set
Find yourself chilling on the dark side in one step
Talking to the voice of sanity like have you gone yet
6-1-6 is the number inverted cross check
Take this out of context, John is a concept
Tatting devil gang on Madonna, with the long neck
On a cold sag marathon, splitting atoms while the adds are on
I'm the one, I tell you straight. Fuck misdirection
Made in a test tube previously used to cook crystal meth in
You probably think I'm messing, I probably think you're whack
I dunk a mini basketball while giving Shaq a piggy back
In cement shoes, with Medusa heads on 'em
If only I could be this painfully sweg less often
I'd get a lot more gardening done
But I've gone too far and it can't be undone
Half man half amazing, both parts of me dumb
I'm in the club discussing money, I don't party for fun
{Verse 2 - Milkavelli}
Laigon, laigon life 'til they take my life
I pickpocket Faigon and lick shots at Ronald Reagan's ride
Perform the great ride with my pagan wife
Give her the sacred pipe now that's the greatest ride, that was the great right
I walk around the woods late at night, bright, illuminated, Satans like
Bought a firemans axe just to brake the ice, here's Johnny
Where's Olly? Probably taking flight
I'm a round table night, dressed like its 1885 for an 80s night
Take two wrongs and make a right
Jumped in the whip, played two songs then made a right
Keep the formation tight, altered state of mind
Now I'm my shamens guide
Tinfoil Fronts that's my (?)
Dial 1-800-Suicide like I hate my life, psyche
Purity in this crazy life
My Freemason lambskin apron was made by Nike
Crazy right? Anti social count basey eye
Get the payments right and count paper like David Icke
(Sweg!)
{Verse 1 - Lee Scott}
I wish I sounded more like Eazy-E but for now I'm sound with being me
A stealth assassin with a squeaky knee
Limping through your living room on PCP, screaming 'Leave me be!'
Can't you people see?
I've been tripping since me Eddie Griffin episode of Def Comedy Jam on DVD went missing
And now I be, incomplete, like the box set
Find yourself chilling on the dark side in one step
Talking to the voice of sanity like have you gone yet
6-1-6 is the number inverted cross check
Take this out of context, John is a concept
Tatting devil gang on Madonna, with the long neck
On a cold sag marathon, splitting atoms while the adds are on
I'm the one, I tell you straight. Fuck misdirection
Made in a test tube previously used to cook crystal meth in
You probably think I'm messing, I probably think you're whack
I dunk a mini basketball while giving Shaq a piggy back
In cement shoes, with Medusa heads on 'em
If only I could be this painfully sweg less often
I'd get a lot more gardening done
But I've gone too far and it can't be undone
Half man half amazing, both parts of me dumb
I'm in the club discussing money, I don't party for fun
{Verse 2 - Milkavelli}
Laigon, laigon life 'til they take my life
I pickpocket Faigon and lick shots at Ronald Reagan's ride
Perform the great ride with my pagan wife
Give her the sacred pipe now that's the greatest ride, that was the great right
I walk around the woods late at night, bright, illuminated, Satans like
Bought a firemans axe just to brake the ice, here's Johnny
Where's Olly? Probably taking flight
I'm a round table night, dressed like its 1885 for an 80s night
Take two wrongs and make a right
Jumped in the whip, played two songs then made a right
Keep the formation tight, altered state of mind
Now I'm my shamens guide
Tinfoil Fronts that's my (?)
Dial 1-800-Suicide like I hate my life, psyche
Purity in this crazy life
My Freemason lambskin apron was made by Nike
Crazy right? Anti social count basey eye
Get the payments right and count paper like David Icke
(Sweg!)
