Backwords
By
Joyner Lucas
Album
Along Came Joyner
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I've been snatching purses while I'm rapping in the back of churches.
I'm a backwards person, I ain't laughing, don't you act absurd.
And I've been having urges, ain't no passion, don't you bag this.
Thank you, bad at cursing, I've been bad since birth.
Been slapping nurses' asses, taking percs.
And I've been urging to serve an action.
Got a nervous itching in a surface kitchen.
Drinking capsules while I'm serving children.
Different words are spilling out the cabinets.
In a hurt position, it's some ser of addiction, got me laughing.
Spit fast, grew up with impact to your wrist cramping.
Break your Kit Kat while you play with your kids back.
I'm Chris Hanson.
Laughing at addiction, absurd in this position, hurt inside of cabinets.
Spilling out words that's fairly different, serving children.
While the capsules drinking in the surface kitchen, itching from a nerve.
And action got served by taking percs.
Ass nurses, slapping since birth.
And I've been cursing bad, you think you bastards got passion, but ain't no urges.
You having been of certain action.
Don't be laughing, ain't no person backwards.
I'm a churches in the back, rapping while I'm person snatching.
I'm the same nigga that fizzle pop and raunchy on them.
Yeah, that same nigga that took a piss in your Arizona.
And that same nigga that put acetone in the back of soap.
But it sold it for $40 some pussy, I have a soda.
And I never paid attention to rappers who act bogus.
Who lie, say they rich when their songs weak, your ass is homeless.
And try to throw dirt on my name, it's a pass, they quote.
Till I grab it, throw them, bash them, and laugh when they ass is over.
Fuck them hard, go hustle hard with the hustle laws.
Cut the jungle laws when you choking your tongue and jaw.
And I never been a gangster, want no trouble, nah.
But I'm good with my knuckles, punch through a brick and leave dust of naw.
Naw, all it does leave a brick punch with my knuckles.
Naw, but I'm naw, no trouble, wanted a gangster, I never called.
Your jaw tongue, choking your jungle law.
Cutting hustle laws with the hustle, I hustle hard.
Fuck them hard, over ass, laughing them, bash them and backfold them.
Crack them to the quarter, past them and trash them and laugh over.
Homeless ass, when their songs trash, they crack closer.
Bogus rappers, who rapping over the track, hold them.
Soda, half a pussy, a dollar forty, I sold it for some soap.
And acetone in the bathroom, blast both them.
Arizona pissed, I took in a glass of cola.
And got ratchet on them, popped them and fizzled them back to soda.
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