Lars Von Trier (Live In Manchester)

Make money, money make money, money make money, money make money, money take money, money take money, money take money yo, who the fuck? Incredible retrospective MC and I'm killing shit cobra grip, snapping bone, saliva toxic when I spit burning oppositions with vocabulary hurricanes take a power joke get ill, scramble your fucking brain you couldn't fathom many of my words only finger pussy, nigger says my boss is so absurd saving for the birds I'm here to make my Dunwin splat make the barrel square that's the kind of shit you never heard Lamariewski see me breezing on the jet ski fly snigger on the track with bitches looking sexy, snatching any title I'm aggressive, breathing heavy, you think you on your chick, nigga leaving with me and let's see, to do. So with the karma Sutra Venom shooter downloading all of my albums and hook up.

You are fucking with your ego. See me swagging in a Pico Don Megatropolis one king no sequel I'm so remarkable, Lars Von Trier.

I'm so remarkable, baby I'm the only one here that's right, baby take you to another place wherever you like we're styling grace.

I'm the best in this whole place dope with a Mac audio crack never will slack distribute slaps leaving. The track, niggers is whack, giving out scraps twenty four seven a hustler shifting. A batch newer mouse the competition can't. Match evil eyes on the stash calling up Prash, asian connect, lighting the match lit the cigarette against the silhouette left the pillow wet slit the neck stick.

The knife in between the victim's corset Bob the cassette dope sneakers love to collect money laundered for percent dealing with cash, avoiding the check phone check before I conversate with business partners politic about their offshore accounts large amounts buy guns buy the turns with the sterling pounds if niggas had the chance, they would buy the queen's crown jet enough in the getaway truck startled by.