F/ Guilty Simpson, Paradime



[Intro - Guilty Simpson](Guilty Simpson)
Guilty Simpson ^!$$% (Yeah)
Detroit, Michigan let's go


[Verse 1 - Guilty Simpson] (Guilty Simpson)
Live as $#&@

With a big $$# gun, who wanna size me up?
I got a 40 cal chilling right beside my nuts
Rap %#@! helps me monopolize my bucks (Yeah!)

Shotties'll pop and body your block (Get 'em!)
$#&@ it, I'm hot, @@#!y or not
I'm tired of being humble, from here on out I'm brash

Hot dog with extra flash
Might blackout and give your neck some slash
And ain't a neighborhood around that could protect your $$#, youngin

Gun shots mean Guilty's coming
And when through chasing your $$# you'll still be running
I can say this verse twice, it'll still be stunning

For ^!$$%s stealing my style, I'ma steal their woman
Guilty Simpson, boy I been hotter
The ace thatll treat your face like pi?adas

Toting toasters in my holster
Take beef, well done, ask Ponderosa
Don't say %#@! cause I'll approach ya

Wit a bat to your grill like Bonds and Sosa
I get your ho hot like Fonz approached her
I flip my collars up then she get them dollars up

And leave your coward $$# standing there without a buck
I'm trying to knock it out, (*##$ trying to knock it up
My lifestyle guarantees me a lot of !@#%s

That's why I like to get around like a hockey puck
A lot of (*##$es try to tell me that I'm @@#!y but
I want it all and the universe is not enough (The universe is not enough)


[Chorus - Paradime] x 2
Special, especially with the heavy metal

Special, these gun shots'll make a mess of you
I suggest you, do what the rest do
Shut your mouth and rock a vest dude, especially you


[Verse 2 - Guilty Simpson]
They keep me in the show cause I elevate crowds

In these dark days I can separate clouds
And illuminate stages but never take bows
There's so many jokes, I'm a glimmer of hope

Y'all chopped up soap, you pretend to be dope
So I'm snatching all the apples in my enemies throats
I'm special, I think I got dropped on my head

So I watch for my bread and keep twat in the bed
A sure bet I'm a lock for the spread
You can bet the house you read my mouth

You'll see how real it is when I behead your spouse
Guilty Simpson, champion of one round bouts
I'm about gunplay, what y'all bout? NOTHING!

So I take y'all out and keep busting
Don't start static with us cause we hustling
In broad day light act like you seen something

You ever seen a hundred crooks on the grind
That'll put it through your window when you look through your blinds?
That's a real example of organised crime

That's why in every rhyme I'ma glorify nines
And drive on the lines with the 45 flying
I'm bout to get rich or I'm gonna die trying

But my name ain't 50
Here to dominate the game, the game is shifty


[Chorus] x 2

[Outro - Paradime]

Uh, Guilty Simpson
Dabrye
What y'all want (*##$es? Especially you!