Flowers by TheJonesMob Lyrics
[VERSE 1 - TheJonesMob]
I got holly cock and heliotrope,
Straight cabbage you ain't seeing me broke
I got a Hitler mindset quadriplegics are toast
Burning all the worthless you believe or you don't
I call you Shrek if your cock's in Cameron Diaz' throat
You're big green and warty and I'm seeing you croak
Your head only gets bigger and you're pleased when you gloat
I was calling you a froggy but it seems that you know
I turned 6 years when my obedience broke
ADD for Adolescents Deemed to Heap up the Dope
DNA for Dyslexics Against Needles and coke
Marijuana keeps you healthy but needles sure don't,
You're boss? You're my assistant, grammar's key to the flow
Your boss is my assistant Al Pacino would know
God the Father created me with a dream full of hope
And I killed the godfather with a dream full of coke,
I bully Ted Bundy - bust the nipples of the system
And I picked Robert Pickton to be my fifty first victim
White chapel red from blood – I took Jack and then I ripped him
And I killed Brandon Flowers with the simplest of symptoms
He pushed up flowers I didn't know they were in him
Wood-sorrel from his whortleberry - I know you dig the rhythm
But you don't perceive the meaning of flowers or the blimp, um
I'm talking Robert Plant like the Zeppelin and the crimson
Is the color of the blood when led split him with wisdom
And the pencil led inside of the gun splits the wits from
Lyrics to death, cause my pencil is a sick gun
It goes through you either way, no matter if you're Christian
Or Satanic - so the Zeppelin sank because I dissed 'em
And the led from my pistol sunk the blimp, shit you is dumb
So fix up your grammar, so your grandmother's kid's son
Won't talk like a coke head with a face that is numb
You don't know how to rap genius
And if you can't decipher it dog, look it up on rap genius
Your species is homo, I don't even have Genus
Foulmouthed madman but still a fucking damn genius
On the other side the fence is where the grass greenest
It's greenest where it's watered fuck your motto what's the damn meanin'
The scenery is greenery, and girls with they ass gleamin'
I got a fat penis but I don't want a damn fetus
Biking round blasting Madchild in my hood with these
Underage stoners 420 is the hood, shitty
That we're underage, but good since they would hit me
But they'll all get arrested, school stupid, hood witty
Street smart, hitting on 16 year olds with good titties
Fucking teases, pussy's distant when you're this zitty
Vluts who won't put out and prudes oh who'd this be?
Kendrick's my idol – yet a mad kid in good city
Mormon's hate Norman Bates, fuck I’ve got a better taste
In women/ BC hates Clifford - Texans hate leather-face
Buffalo Bill seems chill cause he's the veteran ace
Ed Gein hates me because I'm the fucking threat disgrace
Killed Mr. Amrani just by tossing him grenades
And the cause of death remains pretty obvious but strange
Cause I kill killers so I too am probly just deranged
Now I murdered Dexter Morgan in the lobby just today
Just a cycle of some psychos and some sociopaths
Murdering back and forth - difference is this one raps
Don't make a difference how I kill just a difference how I act
And the randomness of lyrics seems we still ain't going back
I got holly cock and heliotrope,
Straight cabbage you ain't seeing me broke
I got a Hitler mindset quadriplegics are toast
Burning all the worthless you believe or you don't
I call you Shrek if your cock's in Cameron Diaz' throat
You're big green and warty and I'm seeing you croak
Your head only gets bigger and you're pleased when you gloat
I was calling you a froggy but it seems that you know
I turned 6 years when my obedience broke
ADD for Adolescents Deemed to Heap up the Dope
DNA for Dyslexics Against Needles and coke
Marijuana keeps you healthy but needles sure don't,
You're boss? You're my assistant, grammar's key to the flow
Your boss is my assistant Al Pacino would know
God the Father created me with a dream full of hope
And I killed the godfather with a dream full of coke,
I bully Ted Bundy - bust the nipples of the system
And I picked Robert Pickton to be my fifty first victim
White chapel red from blood – I took Jack and then I ripped him
And I killed Brandon Flowers with the simplest of symptoms
He pushed up flowers I didn't know they were in him
Wood-sorrel from his whortleberry - I know you dig the rhythm
But you don't perceive the meaning of flowers or the blimp, um
I'm talking Robert Plant like the Zeppelin and the crimson
Is the color of the blood when led split him with wisdom
And the pencil led inside of the gun splits the wits from
Lyrics to death, cause my pencil is a sick gun
It goes through you either way, no matter if you're Christian
Or Satanic - so the Zeppelin sank because I dissed 'em
And the led from my pistol sunk the blimp, shit you is dumb
So fix up your grammar, so your grandmother's kid's son
Won't talk like a coke head with a face that is numb
You don't know how to rap genius
And if you can't decipher it dog, look it up on rap genius
Your species is homo, I don't even have Genus
Foulmouthed madman but still a fucking damn genius
On the other side the fence is where the grass greenest
It's greenest where it's watered fuck your motto what's the damn meanin'
The scenery is greenery, and girls with they ass gleamin'
I got a fat penis but I don't want a damn fetus
Biking round blasting Madchild in my hood with these
Underage stoners 420 is the hood, shitty
That we're underage, but good since they would hit me
But they'll all get arrested, school stupid, hood witty
Street smart, hitting on 16 year olds with good titties
Fucking teases, pussy's distant when you're this zitty
Vluts who won't put out and prudes oh who'd this be?
Kendrick's my idol – yet a mad kid in good city
Mormon's hate Norman Bates, fuck I’ve got a better taste
In women/ BC hates Clifford - Texans hate leather-face
Buffalo Bill seems chill cause he's the veteran ace
Ed Gein hates me because I'm the fucking threat disgrace
Killed Mr. Amrani just by tossing him grenades
And the cause of death remains pretty obvious but strange
Cause I kill killers so I too am probly just deranged
Now I murdered Dexter Morgan in the lobby just today
Just a cycle of some psychos and some sociopaths
Murdering back and forth - difference is this one raps
Don't make a difference how I kill just a difference how I act
And the randomness of lyrics seems we still ain't going back