Goody (The Remix)
• Written by iamyoursheppard
My kicks got dirty as my lines got clean
My friends did lines now read in between
I do not give an F U C K
Goody Goody I could do this all day
No expectations
No extra hatin
Because I'm Caucasian
that sound like racism
Cuttin like scissors
cussin like sinners
Tasty like skittles
I boil and simmer
Ding, I'm ready for murking
Call the corner
cuz i'm killin friendly foreigners
You do not fucking know of me
Because we talked at one party
Because you seen me in my tibby
I'm done with this goody goody
Yeah I've done the dirty dirty
Shootin like a thirty thirty
Until about eleven thirty
You think thats fucking earlier
Wish I stop prematurely
Naturally your mother would be hurting firstly
perversely she got down on her knees for me
And not for proposal or apology
Those double Ds, framed my D
as it broke your mothers teeth
The dean my deem
me unworthy
other worldly
misanthropy
Miss your throat, barely
You the GOAT, hardly
I do this purely for sport
Like I'm hunting with a fork
Cuz I'm hungry when I work
Like a cannibal nurse
I do not give an F U C K
Goody Goody I could do this all day
Habitual criminal
Spiritual individual
The only hypocritical
CAtholic rapper who
enjoys the occasional
women, weed, and alcohol
You dropped the ball now the mic is gone
passed to someone who can carry on
I picked up the mic like it was worth 40 bucks
Lit it on fire and I smoked it like 40 blunts
So why the top 40 squealing like some runts
Run back to your mama
I'm a bully with a problem
Right another line to solve em
dissolve in my spit solvent
cuz when i spits all this the rest of you snow in august
Watch where you steppin
or those feet'll be flippin
My kicks got dirty as my lines got clean
My friends did lines now read in between
I'm coming quicker than a chronic masturbater
Master Vader on the chronic I'll be sober later
You'll be so burnt later like the pigs do
Sign my name in Charlotte's web next to toodaloo
two slootties in some tutus tugging on my tool too
Like totally into touting these guns, boom boom
O M G I can't believe he said it, true true
You came hear with that lame shit, fufu
A white boy could be good who know?
who blew the whistle on you fool
tellin you to lose school
or that sounding bad was way cool
now that bad means good is good bad
When the bat meets bone still bad to the bone
The church says its bad to bone
but am i bad because I safely made it home
so many people out there ain't safe without a home
so many people out there cry cuz they loved ones is gone
Team teeming with demons with no rhyme or reason
treason if they dissin even if they teasin
My season is beginning
Autumn Summer Winter Spring me
All them others who aren't winners seem to be
Oblivious to who Sheppard is
You aren't prepared for this
G T S N E
C Sheppard is me
My kicks got dirty as my lines got clean
My friends did lines now read in between
I do not give an F U C K
Goody two shoes whatya want from me
Rapping like its Christmas
packing like I'm shipping
Got a package for your bitch
it's gonna happen just accept it
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About the Artist
iamyoursheppard
Member since August 5 2014