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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Mensah
Victor Mensah
Songwriter
Shakari Linder
Shakari Linder
Songwriter
Maurice Pirahnahead Herd
Maurice Pirahnahead Herd
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trakgirl
Trakgirl
Producer
Stuart White
Stuart White
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Once upon a time there was a little boy
Whose daddy took him on a picnic
As the ketchup spread across the wonder bread
On a green sea of mayonnaise faces
A chocolate man with a nerds rope around his neck
Rose high in the cotton candy blue sky
Swinging and swinging like a piñata
Until his body snapped and gold coins came falling out for everyone around
And the crowd roars
Nightmare on my block and your block my ****
300 murders no o-block my ****
Junkies find work at the dope spot my ****
They gave our jobs to the robots my ****
Candyman 1993 the projects is Halloween
Hand and hand slanging cocaina cut with the kerosene
You couldn't make up the shit we seen if you had Maybelline
Pray for me faithfully you can't save me with Mary Magdalene
Abandoned family homes pure insanity zones
Where mortal enemies roam
Block from the president's residents
Where your head will get blown
Like John F Kennedy's Dome
Ain't no tellin bailin from 12 word to Emory Jones
Raise rebellion ready to kill like fentanyl pills
Evil medicine seals with evil peasants
On section 8 they can't pay rent so they steal
Everything is for sale everything's a drill
The American dream where everything is real
Death has no religion
Neechie tells me GOD is dead
But I see GOD in the mirror
Is it all just in my head?
Is it all just in my
When I close my eyes I see crosses and burning coffins
We just playing defense **** trying to off us
My mind exhausted like options my stock is a field ****
Grave digger Uncle Tom **** I bring the ruckus
Ring the alarm the heat is on with ninas drawn
We bear arms when it comes to smoke I'm Cheech and Chong
Think I won't exercise my right you dead wrong
The spirit of Panthers in jungle versus Shere Khan
Death has no religion
Neechie tells me GOD is dead
But I see GOD in the mirror
Is it all just in my
White horse on a jet black sky
That's a motherfucking nightmare
And as hard as I just might try I just can't die cause
I see GOD in the mirror
And you say my name and it makes me high
Say my name and it makes me high
When you say my name and it makes me high
When you say my name and it makes me high
Written by: Shakari Linder, Victor Mensah
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