BlackSheep Lyrics

Bah bah black sheep

Bye bye bad sheep

No not happy

Voice so raspy

Pen so nasty

Flow so deadly

Bah bah black sheep

Bye bye bad sheep

Out that trash heap

I'm so ghastly

No yall can't match me

Not exactly

Man I been a black sheep

Never matched my family

Well not exactly

The way my attitude burst

Its ghastly

The shit I say when pissed off

Get nasty

When I feel picked on

Clicked on kicked on

Flipped wrong

Turn the switch on

Wicked when I lift off

Sick with a lil cough

When the mic on

In my right palm like a firearm

About to discharge when I fire off

Watch me torque tha verbs

Heat up in the verse

Till the fire burst

Torching every word

You end up in a Herse

Watch the corpse burn

No return ashes in an ern

Eat a beat up like hors d'oeuvres

Forced learned to keep my horns turned

An stay moving forward

Let tha bars serve

This my artwork

Spit a hard verse

This My dark curse

Its Bizarre work

With a sharp smirk

While you sharks lurk

Not crazy but going berserk

Make your fuckin heart burst

Most motherfuckers Never been about it

All they do is talky talky get surrounded

Price the worst you ever encountered

It's so astounding you bitches done Counted me out

Listen to the sound

Going round after round

Still never going down

You could drowned from the drip of my crown

Coming from a one horse town

Never gonna put the mic down

I'm the illest The most re nouned

throwing rounds At you Phony clowns

Watch the heater smoke if you got some doubt

Prince still up in the clouds

While you down an out

Bah bah black sheep

Bye bye bad sheep

No not happy

Voice so raspy

Pen so nasty

Flow so deadly

Bah bah black sheep

Bye bye bad sheep

Out that trash heap

I'm so ghastly

No yall can't match me

Not exactly

Bah bah black sheep

Bye bye bad sheep

No not happy

Voice so raspy

Pen so nasty

Flow so deadly

Bah bah black sheep

Bye bye bad sheep

Out that trash heap

I'm so ghastly

No yall can't match me

Not exactly

Little little little sacrificial lamb

Stuck up in a jam

I don't Give a damn

Not a second chance

Not a helping hand

Not a crunchy peanut butter Jelly sand

So physical when I scribble my rants

Criminal with a number two

As I pencil my sins

Princ3 The Kidd this fucker is at it again

Yea with Glock crammed in my waist band

You don't want to meet the ink pen

Make you piss your pants

You little pissants can get bent

When I cold plant my right hand

Make you eat your words on the instruments

Ever see the reaper grin

So intense and I been sleeping in

I'm going to let the beast begin

Time to eat again

Feasting to find peace with in

I'm everyday trap I'm everyday grime

I'm everyday primed I everyday grind

Everyday working over time

Everyday electrified I'm everyday ghost you on the mic

Sending you straight to Jesus Christ

I spit so cold leaving frozen mics

Dry ice On the open strike

Just another highlight from my life and the rhymes I write

Bah bah black sheep

Bye bye bad sheep

No not happy

Voice so raspy

Pen so nasty

Flow so deadly

Bah bah black sheep

Bye bye bad sheep

out that trash heap

I'm so ghastly

No yall can't match me

Not exactly

Bah bah black sheep

Bye bye bad sheep

No not happy

Voice so raspy

Pen so nasty

Flow so deadly

Bah bah black sheep

Bye bye bad sheep

Out that trash heap

I'm so ghastly

No yall can't match me

Not exactly

Bah bah bye bye

Bah bah bye bye

Bah bah bye bye

Bah bah bye bye