Lyrics Lucky You - Bizzle
Uh,
y'all
ready?
Hey
babe,
tell
the
kids
to
keep
it
down
I'm
recording
Off
tour,
back
up
in
the
lab
again
Get
to
cookin',
yup
goin'
ham
again
Flow
like
a
battering
ram,
or
a
man
in
a
van
Crashing
into
their
wack
rapper
Sedan
'Cause
I'm
mad
at
'em
Tell
'em
it's
a
wrap,
welcome
to
the
rap
laminate
Sever
the
cabbage
of
any
rapper
hailing
the
baphomet
You
can't
stomach
the
subject
matter
we
handle
If
you
did
manage
it,
it
would
probably
shatter
your
abdomen
dawg
I
hear
y'all
suckin'
y'all
teeth,
when
you
hear
"Christian
Rap"
Like
the
Son
of
God
sweet
Boy,
if
I
come
at
y'all,
you
know
what
I
could've
done
to
y'all
If
I
wanted
dawg,
wouldn't
none
of
y'all
eat
(Real
talk)
Broke
in
the
game
like
a
rap
burglar
The
Rap
Nat
Turner,
with
a
habit
to
rap
circles
around
you
But
you
never
heard
of
me,
so
I
understand
when
you
laugh
But
just
know
I
can
murder
these
rap
cats
that
you
have
heard
of
The
hardest
part
of
this
is
not
to
bury
you
Part
of
me
don't
want
it,
but
the
other
part
is
daring
you
Feeling
froggy,
take
a
leap
like
a
skydiver
I
promise
I'ma
catch
a
body
like
a
parachute
You
know
how
hard
it
is,
keeping
it
positive
Even
with
God
in
it,
if
not
it'd
be
more
people
involved
in
it
Just
know
this
not
hip-hop
in
a
lesser
form
This
truth
music,
harder
to
make
but
it's
better
for
'em
I
could've
been
the
villain,
lucky
you
But
I'm
over
here
chillin',
lucky
you
I
coulda
been
on
that
side,
lucky
you
But
the
flow
got
baptized,
lucky
you
Forgive,
I
just
feel
like
they
just
had
to
know
And
realize
that
if
I
want
it,
I
could
go
Kill
everything
on
that
side,
lucky
you
But
the
flow
got
baptized,
lucky
you
Hi
guys,
I've
arrived,
it's
me
the
Bible
guy
I
was
only
trying
to
shine
this
little
light
of
mine
Trying
to
give
sight
to
blind,
trying
to
rewire
minds
Line
for
line,
so
they
can
be
everything
God
designed
Why
would
guys
try
me,
like
I
couldn't
if
I
decide
To
put
them
in
dirt,
and
give
them
this
work,
nine
to
five
Rifle
at
the
Eiffel,
willing
and
ready
to
snipe
and
any
guy
You
idolize,
bombing
like
Iron
Mike
with
Al
Qaeda
type
fists,
kill
a
rival
with
this
mic
of
mine
Simple
as
pile
driving
a
knife
into
a
slice
of
pie
And
not
the
Macgyver
type,
Michael
Myers
size
Every
line
up
inside
this
binder
of
mine
could
be
homicide
See
I
been
cool,
but
you
been
doing
too
much
lately
Thinking
you
can
play
me,
like
I'm
some
tuba
or
ukulele
Better
watch
how
you
be
doin'
that
Newborn
Jewish
Baby
I
can
do
to
you
for
Him,
what
Slim
will
do
to
you
for
Hailie
I'm
tellin'
y'all,
I
been
hella
calm
lately
Don't
get
your
head,
neck
and
all,
severed
on
HD
Reppin'
God
in
Heaven,
y'all
could
never
Kanye
me
And
you
ain't
got
the
answers,
so
you
could
never
Sway
me
I
still
rep
what
I
been
reppin,
it's
God's
gang
I
kill
flesh
with
a
big
weapon,
I'm
John
Wayne
God
over
money
boy,
we
don't
come
to
work
to
play
Oh,
you
thought
Christian
Rap
was
soft,
you
gon'
learn
today
I
could've
been
the
villain,
lucky
you
But
I'm
over
here
chillin',
lucky
you
I
coulda
been
on
that
side,
lucky
you
But
the
flow
got
baptized,
lucky
you
Forgive,
I
just
feel
like
they
just
had
to
know
And
realize
that
if
I
want
it,
I
could
go
Kill
everything
on
that
side,
lucky
you
But
the
flow
got
baptized,
lucky
you
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