[Skit: Sean Penn & James Landry Hébert]
Watch your jacket, it's filthy
Mr. Cohen, I swear to God
You're talking to God, Mitch
So you might aswell swear to me
[Intro]
Heuristicle
[Verse 1: Ferris Blusa]
Extra pocket for a friend of mine (Friend of mine)
Eyes open when it's dinner time (Wide open)
Family first and then the hustle, watch it intertwine
Otherwise you'll find a steep decline (That's a fact), yeah
Rapper think he stand a chance, tell 'em, "Get in line"
You got too much pride, my book of rhymes have 'em mortified
Only want a plate, I never order sides, surely I'm
In a uproar like Tha Carter V, don't ignore the grind (Gone)
No matter what, I'ma go for mine, you niggas on a margin
More borderline, I saw the signs, I'm in the gym daily
More overtime, gettin' shots up, where I'm from, I'm Gawd, nigga (I'm the motherfuckin' Gawd, boy)
[Chorus: Ferris Blusa]
I know it sound crazy, but you haters, I be phasin' out
I do it on the daily, it's amazin' when they ravin' bout my skill set
God bless if I'm not ill yet
Step into that play next, it's no stress (No stress), at all
[Interlude: Samuel L. Jackson & Tim Roth]
What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
What?
What country you from?
What? What?
"What?" ain't no country I ever heard of
They speak English in "What?"
What?
English motherfucker! Do you speak it?
Yes
Then you know what I'm sayin'?
Yes
Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
What? I—
Say "What" again, say "What" again
I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker!
Say "What" one more goddamn time!
[Verse 2: Ferris Blusa]
Watch out for the plain clothes (I see 'em)
Move smart, mistakes, it's hard to change those (That's life)
God forgive me, I used to want my chain froze
Gold diggers follow rainbows, I had to change; ghost
Every time I change flows, niggas get they feelings hurt
Labels GoFundin' me, it gotta be a million worth
Never catch me off guard, look a man eye to eye
Shake it with a firm grip, I'm talkin' 'bout the .45 (I told y'all)
Gawd Gawd on they warnin' signs (Facts)
Niggas scared to love they bitch, I be flauntin' mine (Facts)
Wide open, I'ma score this time
Touchdown, 'bout to spike it like a—, nevermind
Fine wine, writin' better lines
Until my niggas livin' better lives (Can I live?), ayy
Gamified gamma, translation: I'ma step for mine (That's Gawd)
I don't think you wanna jeopardize (Nah), at all
[Outro: Samuel L. Jackson]
Blessed is he
Who, in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness
For he is truly his brother's keeper
And the finder of lost children
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger
Those who are tempt to poison and destroy my brothers
And you will know, my name is the Lord
When I lay my vengeance upon you
Watch your jacket, it's filthy
Mr. Cohen, I swear to God
You're talking to God, Mitch
So you might aswell swear to me
[Intro]
Heuristicle
[Verse 1: Ferris Blusa]
Extra pocket for a friend of mine (Friend of mine)
Eyes open when it's dinner time (Wide open)
Family first and then the hustle, watch it intertwine
Otherwise you'll find a steep decline (That's a fact), yeah
Rapper think he stand a chance, tell 'em, "Get in line"
You got too much pride, my book of rhymes have 'em mortified
Only want a plate, I never order sides, surely I'm
In a uproar like Tha Carter V, don't ignore the grind (Gone)
No matter what, I'ma go for mine, you niggas on a margin
More borderline, I saw the signs, I'm in the gym daily
More overtime, gettin' shots up, where I'm from, I'm Gawd, nigga (I'm the motherfuckin' Gawd, boy)
[Chorus: Ferris Blusa]
I know it sound crazy, but you haters, I be phasin' out
I do it on the daily, it's amazin' when they ravin' bout my skill set
God bless if I'm not ill yet
Step into that play next, it's no stress (No stress), at all
[Interlude: Samuel L. Jackson & Tim Roth]
What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
What?
What country you from?
What? What?
"What?" ain't no country I ever heard of
They speak English in "What?"
What?
English motherfucker! Do you speak it?
Yes
Then you know what I'm sayin'?
Yes
Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
What? I—
Say "What" again, say "What" again
I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker!
Say "What" one more goddamn time!
[Verse 2: Ferris Blusa]
Watch out for the plain clothes (I see 'em)
Move smart, mistakes, it's hard to change those (That's life)
God forgive me, I used to want my chain froze
Gold diggers follow rainbows, I had to change; ghost
Every time I change flows, niggas get they feelings hurt
Labels GoFundin' me, it gotta be a million worth
Never catch me off guard, look a man eye to eye
Shake it with a firm grip, I'm talkin' 'bout the .45 (I told y'all)
Gawd Gawd on they warnin' signs (Facts)
Niggas scared to love they bitch, I be flauntin' mine (Facts)
Wide open, I'ma score this time
Touchdown, 'bout to spike it like a—, nevermind
Fine wine, writin' better lines
Until my niggas livin' better lives (Can I live?), ayy
Gamified gamma, translation: I'ma step for mine (That's Gawd)
I don't think you wanna jeopardize (Nah), at all
[Outro: Samuel L. Jackson]
Blessed is he
Who, in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness
For he is truly his brother's keeper
And the finder of lost children
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger
Those who are tempt to poison and destroy my brothers
And you will know, my name is the Lord
When I lay my vengeance upon you
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