Bass I Got

[Intro] This bitch This bitch gonna delete me off her Facebook Talkin' 'bout, every time she look at my picture It remind her of how we was cheatin' But she was cheatin' on her man with me I ain't got no time for that stupid shit Fuckin' bitch (All i see is orbz, all i see is orbz, all i see is, all i see is, all i see is orbz) Passion I ain't gonna rap yet Hold out Shit, yo I ain't gonna rap yet, yo [Verse 1] First I filled the swimming pool and I dive in it Your pussy's so good, I nearly died in it Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas Watch the shit you say, you could die over lyrics Heard your little shot at me, but nah, I ain't care, bitch Might throw my 607s on with the clear tints Slim Latin bitch and she pullin' out her hair pins Got a fat ass but she kinda got some square hips Tried to fuck her homegirl, she said that she don't share dick Fucked her anyway, real bitches gonna share dick Life is a buffet, I'm just tryin' to get my share of it At night before I pray, I put my pistol where my pillow is Fool, I got bass, I got bass, I got bass If you ain't talkin' no money, get the fuck from out my face I was busted just two years ago and now I'm gettin' cake Thin and homeless just two years ago and now I got a deal I suck at monogamy, there's something that's inside of me This pussy be dividin' me, I need a lobotomy I knock the bottom out of it, made a bunch of dollars Lot of progress from a prodigy No tellin' where I'd probably be, love them Rikers Island [?] [?] Motherfuck the alphabet, motherfuck a consonant Fuck Wall Street and every cracker that's attached it Motherfuck the beat and every flat foot walkin' it Walk it like I talk it, bitch Talkin' shit, I'll chalk you, bitch On my walkie-talkie [?] mixed with with frankincense And murr, I be slurrin' my words, off that urr Damn, I'm on some other shit, damn, I'm underrated Shhhhh, don't tell nobody, that's gonna sound like some hatin' shit Jason Collins flagrant shit, am I allowed to say that yet? My favorite salad Caesar with a little bit of bacon bits Don't tell my OGs but I be eatin' bacon bits Assalamu alaiku-er y'all be fakin' with that prayin' shit Can't wear a Kufi when you prayin' to Jesus Why you.... haha [Outro: Frank Zappa] Schools train people to be ignorant with style They give you the equipment that you need to be a functional ignoramus, American schools do not equip you to deal with things like logic They don’t give you criteria by which to judge between good and bad in any meaning or format And they prepare you to be a usable victim for a military industrial complex that needs man power As long as your just smart enough to do a job And just dumb enough to swallow what they feed you You’re going to be alright But if you go beyond on that You’re going to have these great doubts that give you stomach problems, Headaches, make you want to go out and do something else So I believe schools mechanically and very specifically Try and breed out any hint of creative thought in the kids that are coming up