(Uncle Lupe) Alright it's to go to sleep (Hey Lupe) (Can you tell us a bedtime story?) Ugh, late 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 stick The story goes his mother left him on a church step was out the front door then the first left Down the block to the spots the worst kept Thirty years later got a [?] caper To shoot up the and scheme Plot, all down to two rounds of scotch A pound now and we too down to stop Say ya got enough round for two cops Military grade, these shoot round the block Shh threat, The dame will hang out like round the neck He ever her before, her face don't connect No, so it on the low, go [?] by the arm Looks right into the cause these be the charms Sheba, King Tut [?] to a chair getting burned by [?] [?] well up to run clubs in the [?] The room smells like fresh hand made He the tattoos of real big [?] [?] brother known for bad news when his rules Are you familiar with the of the cashews? As he holds the up to the light bulb White girls [?], he stands up runs to the window and jumps Aim for the pool... The impact from that almost him in half Voice from the past asks did he enjoy the Laughs his arm in a cast, hold up
Never what it seems, everybody wanna be On the cover of a want big things Everybody want big Everybody want bling Everybody wanna be the bling Everybody Everybody wanna big In the valley of kings and schemes never what it seems, everybody wanna be seen On the cover of a Everybody wanna sip want a big dreams Everybody want bling want C.R.E.A.M Everybody have a team Everybody wanna be the Everybody want a big scheme in the of pyramid schemes
2] As he tried to do the math Smearcom the fed The contract states here upon your dead The at the bar is an underworld star Settling on [?] north Zanzibar names on the list, kitsch A hundred million dollars of high grade fish Tuna, Tokyo cartels worlds consumer A rumor bout a off the coast of Montezuma They say you slit the throat of a known Kahuna Then torched the and fled into the Dunya You're hated more than a pig at a Jumu'ah want your head on a platter, not right now but sooner I got you a .45 and a Mitsubishi Wait, I've never been to Costa Rica And then it all back Just as falls with a ninja star in his head like Then they slowly enter the I grabbed a .45, the ninja stars I catch them in the [?] and answer with a blast, blow Three more for good measure Only is another window, pfft whatever Short fall to the of the car Then I get in arm, covered in ninja stars Then a zero to a hundred baby real Look around the car for something else to with headlights in the real view These Parisian not meant to veer through Especially just one hand I let go to shoot back but the gun Mitsubishi not built to outrun So gaining Heavy Rear explodes from deadly aiming Arm paining, blood draining, Head for the Drive right through the pyramid with dope moves A shook from the landing Driving through the Louvre in a car with great handling Was at the Mona Stop the car right in front of [?] a breather play on the radio, voice from the speaker Says get to and take an ad out in the daily Politika They says for a good time call this Ecuador Venezuelan chica Next day at the meeted by a greeter who looks Corsican but Greeker A older wearing Michael Jordan sneakers But I follow the 1995 S Class, in the back seat is a dead man who's car I crashed Smearcom's alive, audience now wonders how survived Let alone not be hurt, he taps a metal plate in his head his Afhganistan work What Visine for red retinas, else would you expect from head [?] Ex-lecturer, at [?], the too secular So now I'm hecker-lers, everywhere Now on the team, so everybody's down for the scheme
1] (The final in the incredible [?] saga) (Smearcom's back!)
3] Now it's time to finish this, too late for international syndicates To which the driver reveals his won't end well, he pulls out a gun aims and says (Damn you all to hell!)
2] (Wait, what happened? Uncle what's going on?) Go to (But happened? I don't understand) (Please finish the please) over You asked for a story I you one it, just take it (This is the worst bedtime ever) Bye
4] [?] saga, is back You really think he would go out like that? 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
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