Goose - Ow! Lyrics

I got a .556 for Pantaleo
Yuppy motherf*ckers wanna rap
But they dick stand up to attention when you talk about cops
Carbon copy with them shit songs
Dust the sticks off
I ain't with it
You gon' take your Wakefield shit
Then you rape some bitch
Then daddy gets you out of it
Send me the addy, let's see if you really bout it
I ain't with it
Why don't you talk about it, tell em how it really is
Politicians, fake rappers, fall again like in Gilligan's
Why don't you talk about it, tell em how it really is
Talk some shit from the ground, pussy boy get hit again
Why don't you talk about it, tell em how it really is
Riding my dick, thought y'all some carcinogens
Why don't you talk about it, tell em how it really is
Sick of this shit so bad, need acetaminophen
Been at it since I first became a diploid
Wanna talk like you could walk my walk, you ain't shit boy
I spit this shit like tobacco dip in this bitch
And I run the city on El Chapo shit, I'm vicious
Kick this kid to the curb, he trippin
Stealing flows, boy we know, you ain't J. Cole
Who the f*ck you think you tricking
Who the f*ck you think you tricking
Put ya put ya motherf*ckin knees on the ground
And pray to ya god
You bleed and you sob
Well the kiddies die fast when the sea's too high
When the bombs in the sky kiss our ass beddie-bye
Put ya put ya motherf*ckin knees on the ground
And pray to ya god
You bleed and you sob
Well the kiddies die fast when the sea's too high
When the bombs in the sky kiss our ass beddie-bye
Aye
Put ya put ya motherf*ckin knees on the ground
And pray to ya god
You bleed and you sob
Well the kiddies die fast when the sea's too high
When the bombs in the sky kiss our ass beddie-bye
Put ya put ya motherf*ckin knees on the ground
And pray to ya god
You bleed and you sob
Well the kiddies die fast when the sea's too high
When the bombs in the sky kiss our ass beddie-bye
Why don't you talk about it, tell em how it really is
Politicians, fake rappers, fall again like in Gilligan's
Why don't you talk about it, tell em how it really is
Talk some shit from the ground, pussy boy get hit again
Why don't you talk about it, tell em how it really is
Riding my dick, thought y'all some carcinogens
Why don't you talk about it, tell em how it really is
Sick of this shit so bad, need acetaminophen
Why don't you talk about it, tell em how it really is
N and O cover for RPD when they be killing kids
Why don't you talk about it, tell em how it really is
White kid with a gun said he had trouble fitting in
Why don't you talk about it, tell em how it really is
Meanwhile, black kids guilty til proven innocent
Why don't you talk about it, tell em how it really is
He feared for his life when he saw the cruiser he is now sitting in