All Day

I for one don't resolve to shooters I'm the type of son

I separate the stooges from the Judas with no rifle man

Midas one correct them keep the typo gone

Season got them looters in the spot man it's an avalanche

Tired to dance she got us hooked up on a thai massage

Don't got no large garage s'why I keep my thoughts in sabotage

Camouflage I learned that back in Paris

You gotta tuck your chain if you ain't got no fucking entourage

And prior to the marvellous conception of a man that spit bars till it's scandalous

The earth was lacking purpose now the surface getting populous

It's like the dead got them niggas underground to rock to this

You don't wanna know the half of this