I'm dizzy walkin outta larry's army wear used with some black leather shoes and desert BDU's many boxes of ammo, i got the camo face paint barricaded
cuz i'm in the world in the world and leave a trail of kisses when my loves unfurled will you steady my ground dizzy ground when i'm turned around dizzy dizzy dizzy
The same?s firned and drew my fingers In this dizzy never ends I?m out here on my forgiveness round Walking down the devil?s steps My hands are sore
ya maths teacher fails you for the papers Tell me whatcha gon say Schoolers? FUCK YOU Pay can't increase yet you gotta work 7 days a week, So tell em... FUCK YOU Five fingers
now is now I grab the mic for a sec. Giving sponge baths for those who Can't keep a rep (didn't mean to turn you on) Fingers move faster than riffing
with that henny and Alize A hundred dollar bill though, petty, I'm 'bout my pay Bitch niggaz holla my name it's all hate Money bags and finger pointin
even hear the sound Of the shell's when they hit ground But you know there right down Can't take chance's if you came to fuck around Finger print's on
The room is spinning, And I feel dizzy like a rat trapped, On one of those things that goes round and round and round. All I can see are neon lights
on the planet/ eat beans and rice some can't afford beef or they think cows are nice If you talk table manners don't believe all they told ya I eat with my fingers
kissing listen to the hiss hiss hissing, She slip she slide she don't know why she hide, Dizzy little missy with a twinkle in her eye bye bye, Finger
some Soul seasones with the future of the funk It's not hard to find I stand out from the junk Push a punk to oblivion spin 'em 'til they're dizzy and
clothes, still creased down Got my ice on my fingers and struttin hard through tha town And I cant forget my crown, flip tha brim like a pimp Slide my fingers
it's rags to riches over there San Andreas Fault moved it's fingers through the ground earth divided plates collided such an awful sound San Andreas Fault moved its fingers
this great when I get busy, the crowd ask what is he Human or robot, my flow's hot, those that know not must be dizzy, so, how many fingers do you see