B.O.L.O Lyrics

Be on the look out for a 6 foot 1 man

Wearing a grey winter jacket with black cargo pants

The suspect is wanted, his location unknown

A whistleblower on the run  fleeing his home

(A whistleblower on the run  fleeing his home)

Right, listen up

Hands in the air,yeah stick em' up

A phantom appears, you crash now you're stuck

And asking yourself how did this happen

It's luck you seem to be lacking

You're not a bossman, you're not a badman

I dont think youre anything at all but a sad man

You're equal to the dirt in my trash can

I'll clear my name, there's no doubt about it

You hate my guts and you've said it proudly

Things are about to get rowdy

Village idiot looking ass with a big red nose and big clown feet

Here Take this L, a decisive defeat

Pop some pills, indulge in a feast

You're a parasite and you spread your disease

My brain turns to mush when you speaking to me

Just leave me be

I Don't know what to do  

When you come into my space

Your breath too close to my face

If you keep this up ill catch a case

So go ahead and laugh

You think this a joke    

Nah

This is serious black so shut the hell up

Harry potter lookin ass

Abrakadabra magical slap

Quit having a tantrum

Before you pass

Out

Not going anywhere but

South

You're nothing else but a

Hound

Quit your barkin I'll have you

Bound

The way that you are talking is out of pocket

Wanna put you in a cage and lock it

Everybody wanna talk behind my back

I'm like julius caesar the way i got stabbed 

Got me wondering and pondering

Maybe its just an honor thing

Or maybe an alternative factor

What is it really you're after

I have difficulty reading your face

What's the matter aww

Is it rough to be known as the backstabber?

Be on the look out for a 6 foot 1 man

Wearing a grey winter jacket with black cargo pants

The suspect is wanted, his location unknown

A whistleblower on the run  fleeing his home

(A whistleblower on the run  fleeing his home)

I'm getting tired of the fact that you keep popping up

I'm doing everything i can to keep you out of touch

I could go on and on and down the list

And talk about all the fucked up shit

That youve done to me

You know i had to leave

Cuz being with you was like being on speed

Fucking exhausting

I do  hope youll never have offsprings

If you do ill feel bad for those poor things  

One more thing

Stay the fuck away from my premiss

To your family tree youre a god damn menace

Even your father didn't wanna see ya

He just busted in your mother then he left her

He should've busted his fist in your face

And told you what a disgrace you are  

Cuz you got lost in a maze that was straight

Far too long i've been a pawn in your games

Yeah its my fault cuz i thought you would change

But i was taught a lesson

You're still immature

An adolescence

There ain't a cure

For you lack of brain cells

Knock knock, who's there? Not you for sure

You busy talking shit In the corridor

I should knock you out with a 4 by 4

Im sure youve heard that phrase before

Aint got no lock come through the door

So we can settle the score

Let me tune it up a little bit

And show you what you're messing with

Im sick of all the shit

That your talking when you spit

You threw and you missed

You think you are slick

With your lies and your tricks

Your corrupted politics  

You and me don't mix

You and me don't fix

You and me don't stick

Nah piss off you're a prick

I wanna throw up every time that you open your mouth to speak

Peace