Morphene - Rob Kelly

Steven Segal with the beamer

Im mac for dead like scarface and rob keller come from the

I hang you bastards by your shoelace

Strip the deuce eight and squeeze up on your misses like toothpaste

I’m a changed man look at the stage man

I got a whole new game plan

She looking at me said that’s nothing but game

I said my name’s Shawn Blaze spit nothing but flames

I mean flamers spell my last name with two inhalers

The only time I’m going to puff puff pass

You f*cked up last time you should’ve killed me like Benny

But now I’m back and you’re gonna have to pay me like the fair man

Cool rob kel is maneuver after I ruin her I don’t to have nothing to do with her

Amnesia fill my mind and I came up with the funky rhyme

Attack the world a shot to the brain

Give em morphene for the pain

Such and such is dealing it doped up on morphene I’m not really feeling it

Oh a shot to the brain

Give em morphene for the pain

Oh such and such is dealing it doped up on morphene I’m not really feeling it

Yo stick to the script fam

I don’t do that flim fam

I’m a mixed a shit man mixed with it man

Karate kick your granny in the hip fam

Slide through the porch like a milk man

In a big van like the hiding books

Never mention falling off cause mother f*ckers that’s highly us

The situation ain’t amorous so it’s so it’s just imagine who was us

Tiger louchie rob tag a tellie rob kelly and tally and mob belly

You’ll be resting in the ocean with the crabs and the eels

Now f*ck what you read I’m f*cking with the crabs how’s it feel

Jack the ripper is badder flow nice like I’m out of quirks ass coming down the

ladder

I got her for eleven I can go and grab it have her knocking on the door like

brother rabbit

Whoa Attack the world a shot to the brain

Give em morphene for the pain

Such and such is dealing it doped up on morphene I’m not really feeling it

Oh a shot to the brain

Give em morphene for the pain

Oh such and such is dealing it doped up on morphene I’m not really feeling it

Yo buy your gram shit

Go for shooting rabbits in the back to the van flip

Brains on your stand smith I don’t want to hear your man spit

I cut his fingers off or push him through the door like a pamphlet

Kel pero Kel telemundo Kel terrible bury yo cats in el segundo

I left my wallet there rappers are playing themselves like a solitaire

Flames like the rocketeer

You better hold onto your pockets here

Cause if I see em then I leave em hanging out like gromit’s ears

Vlad putin do a bit of shooting so I wouldn’t try it over these bitches p*ssy

writing

You know that this goes too catch you in a dance turn your face to disco stew

The big cross Pope Benedict flow smell of death in the morning like President

Snow

Whoa attack the world a shot to the brain

Give em morphene for the pain

Such and such is dealing it doped up on morphene I’m not really feeling it

Oh a shot to the brain

Give em morphene for the pain

Oh such and such is dealing it doped up on morphene I’m not really feeling it