My Man Roy G. Biv Lyrics

Stupid Stupid Henchmen My Man Roy G. Biv

I'm too stressed to find out what I'm doing in this protest.
But my minds in a fling over all this bullshit,
I'm down in the ground and got caught in the mix up, fix up,
Pick up, who the f..ck told me to stick up.
I've never had a gun, just the kind that shot water.
Drenched in the face from a hot sun shower.
Thanks are looking brighter thanks to Roy G Biv,
But it just went black with a pistol to my head.
Well, god dammit, I ain't feeling free with these boxer briefs.
They're stressing me out, and putting my life on edge,
They got me going loco in this space aged thug shit.
I can't finish it. theres too much milk in this goddamn shake.
The government kids put my life at stake,
I just don't agree with the way you get down!

What did you say?

You better watch out and you better not cry,
Cuz the po walks around with feeding off your lies.
They'd be giving you stitches and sewing you up.
You can't open your mouth just to say what's up punk.
Offend the christians then play some defense.
It's different now that allah is the leader.
I cost me my brain with a can of mace.
So I'll loosen my belt to enjoy this consumption.
I'm not innocent.

f..ck. I gotta find that piece of paper I wrote this on. I hate typing.