Iris
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
And I sang the dirge song
My brother never missed a beat
My brother kicked his feet to sleep, sweet feet
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
And I sang the dirge song
Angel, don't you have some bagels in my oven?
Lady, don't you know a man when you see one?
Crazy lady with the shiny sohes, where are you?
Kick your feet and calm the space that makes you hallow
Little Swami's got his bowl to eat
Little Swami always walked his beat, sweet feet
Little Swami's got his bowl to eat
And I sing the dirge song
It's amazing how they come to see
The Little Swami with his bowl to eat, sweet feet
The Little Swami only wears a sheet
And won't sing the dirge song
Anal, tight-assed soldier with that dogged heart
Put down your gun
We are ready to explode, we gotta take it smart
And take it slow
Who's Number One? (You Can't Win)
Okay okay okay
Check this out
That's them Dirty slum boys finna lock it down this time
And when we lock it down it ain't gon' be for a little while
It gon' be for infinity
Nigga that means now and forever
[Pimp]
The Dirty slum got you mad now
We stackin' cash now
Money out the ass now
Pushin' cadillacs now
Finna hit yo stash
With my ski mask
Lick you from the back
Leave yo pockets flat
We all about that bread
I'll bust yo head
Burn yo ass with lead
Leave you where you played
I saw you tryin' to flex
You shoulda fled