I'll devise a plan And cut out a door In my new living room floor The porch light is so bright That I will quickly sneak Down the dark metal shape Of
inside. Listen to the Fairy tales of million dollar happiness, Los Angeles lifestyles Drinking chardanay over a lobster salad brunch The pursuit of million dollar happiness Happiness
a ratchet but I bang a lot Got a carpal beanies that I slam a lot I'll make her happy with my fingers, I'm a handle lot I'm just crazy Socialize, negotiate
time of dreaming Visuallising paradise I woke up, rolled over and told my girl were leaving, Its time to sacrifice the lot, Because you ain't happy with
di da di da, Ooooooooooooooh, (Onassis) Hello time to jiggle like jello, Feeling kind of good nigga got me feeling mellow, And um we gone party like pebbles, Petal to the metal
die? This ain't metal gear, solid, you can't pause my killin' I'm bustin', lick off them head for a schillin' I can't be happy, 'cause what's happy?
the shower No homo Yeah, peep my promo on behalf of the Bar Exam 2 This is my message from me to you They'll probably be happy when I'm long gone But
close and tight It never felt so good, it never felt so right And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife Glowing like the metal on the edge
keeps havin' abortions I ain't havin' it, see 'em in the dead zone Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal
it's the best That I can do" Golden rings, with one tiny little stone Waiting there, for someone to take you home By itself, it's just a cold metallic
shit you gotta pack yo gun. Some niggas gon shoot, some niggas gon run. Its all mathematical, ?bet off and get tragical?, holding out the cadillac roam with the metal
I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops Wish I had a genie with about three wishes Metal
to do me for a rhyme (then I'll change to Hitler) Go out like Nazi; you'll be wishin your fuckin ass stayed home and played (Yahtzee!) Or watchin Happy
four tires on the whip Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil, the pot or kettle, uh The metal
I know I should feel welcome here Way up in the atmosphere But I am afraid And if I land on earth again I'll be happy just to cut my face While I shave
It's a very happy day We are at lots of fun fun fun And it's ice-cream and jelly and a punch in the belly How much can you throw over the walls? And
["a popular north american delicacy, this macaroni and cheese dinner is probable the heavy metal musician's best friend! by 'living' off this stuff, i
way to late Being liars and turncoats Has all but sealed their fates To them he's maniacal but fear makes him happy Got that metal equalizing capacity