(Uncle Lupe) Alright time to go to sleep (Hey Lupe) (Can you tell us a bedtime story?) Ugh, it's man Okay, okay okay, check this out,
1] Cold killer, bold old Bold as a with the thickness Old as yellow gold in a Chevrolet with a shift The story goes his mother left him on a step First was out the front door then the first left Down the block to the spots where the worst Thirty years got a thirty [?] caper To shoot up the scene and Plot, broken all down to two of scotch A pound means now and we too to stop Say ya got enough round for two thousand Military grade, these shoot round the block Shh threat, The dame will hang out like chains the neck He ever seen her before, her face connect No, so it on the low, go [?] by the arm Looks right into the cause these be the charms Sheba, King Tut [?] Tied to a chair burned by [?] [?] dressed up to run clubs in the [?] The room smells like hand made tortillas He the tattoos of real big [?] [?] brother for bad news when his cash rules Are you with the shell of the cashews? As he the needle up to the light bulb White girls into [?], he stands up to the window and jumps Aim for the pool... The impact that almost split him in half Voice from the past asks did he the bath Laughs his arm in a cast, hold up
Never it seems, everybody wanna be seen On the of a magazine Everybody big things want big dreams Everybody bling bling wanna be the king Everybody sings Everybody wanna big In the valley of and pyramid schemes It's never what it seems, wanna be seen On the cover of a wanna sip lean Everybody a big dreams Everybody want bling want C.R.E.A.M Everybody wanna have a Everybody be the king Everybody want a big in the land of pyramid schemes
2] As he to do the math with Smearcom the fed The contract states from here your dead The girl at the bar is an underworld on [?] with north Zanzibar Your names on the list, A hundred dollars worth of high grade fish Tuna, Tokyo cartels biggest consumer A rumor bout a schooner off the of Montezuma They say you slit the of a well known Kahuna Then torched the and fled into the Dunya You're more than a Kahlua pig at a Jumu'ah They your head on a platter, not right now but sooner I got you a .45 and a tuner Wait, wait I've never been to Rica And then it all comes Just as Smearcom with a ninja star in his head like Then they slowly the room I grabbed a .45, the ninja stars I catch them in the [?] and answer with a blast, blow Three shots for good measure Only exit is another window, pfft Short fall to the of the car Then I get in left arm, covered in stars Then a to a hundred baby real quick Look the car for something else to kill with headlights in the real view These Parisian streets not to veer through Especially with one hand I let go to back but the gun jams not built to outrun Lambs So gaining Heavy view explodes from deadly aiming Arm paining, blood draining, Head for the Drive right through the glass pyramid with dope A little shook from the Driving the Louvre in a rally car with great handling Was at the Lisa Stop the car right in front of [?] a breather play on the radio, voice from the speaker Says get to Belgrade and an ad out in the daily Politika says for a good time call this Ecuador slash Venezuelan chica Next day at the airport meeted by a greeter who Corsican but Greeker A little older wearing Michael sneakers But I the leader 1995 S Class, in the back seat is a man who's car I just crashed Smearcom's alive, now wonders how Smearcom survived Let alone not be hurt, he taps a metal plate in his from his Afhganistan work What Visine for red retinas, else would you expect from head [?] Ex-lecturer, at [?], the dean too So now I'm totes hecker-lers, Now on the team, so everybody's down for the scheme
1] (The chapter in the incredible [?] saga) (Smearcom's back!)
3] Now it's time to finish this, getting too late for international To which the reveals his membership won't end well, he pulls out a gun aims and says (Damn you all to hell!)
2] (Wait, what happened? Lupe what's going on?) Go to (But what happened? I understand) (Please the story please) Storytime's You asked for a story I you one Take it, take it (This is the worst story ever) Bye
4] [?] saga, is back You really think that he would go out like They're attack, MAC under the back...
3] I'm just playing, it's over you all enjoyed it, man Its the end of the Thank man Pharaoh Height two thirty, to DJ BUSY You how we do Uhh Uhh hah
what up Wait you thought I couldn't do this no more, Giblets