Lyrics Puppet Master - DJ Muggs, Dr. Dre & B Real

Mic check is this thing even on One two
One two will gun you down dead in the streets
Repentance end sentence
I mean like w o w too a bubble butt
I'm like hut literally came out the bottom less than a hut
Calling moms telling her my sorrows my better tomorrows
I'm fucking lying I'm dying inside I feel rigo mortise by tomorrow
Gloominess until baby bust it open I'm hopeful
I take tokes full I'm drooling on the ground fool
I have asthma I'm fat I control rap fool
All this wisdom I feel platinum harshly critical
No competition shit gets old as fuck
When you are confined no pun too Corona
Talking atmospheric
I'm facing myself so self sabotage isn't a mirage for me
I need some work done
Got wav like swell no salty smell
Unless you catching spray baby taste like ocean spray
Could also be that two she short like tattoo
She is marooned I'm on my second focus five at work
Back against the wall I strive
The plane the plane her short ass keeps sayin
Overstay my welcome she be like your welcome
I'm saying thank you to the air
Nike air with a mic
I had that ahah light flickered
I watched my whole family bickering
I'm sickening to watch I look at my time piece sickening
It's about four thirty I'm sitting pretty
So much fucking words coming out my head
I'm nerdy
RMG is a Thesaurus rex
Now bitches give me sex
I'm wet wet that's on the murder valley set