Michael Paul Taylor - Begonias

Yeah He's a bad mutha fucka
Fresh dressed from his head dress to his chuckas
Use to serve the cluckers till he learned to bring the ruckus
Made a couple duckets from records and thumping buckets
Now he's back in saddle giving rappers their rattles baby toys and paddles
I could slaughtered the cattle I don't bother to battle
All the equations are stating and saying we are the top example
Light a jay, ride the wave till I chop the sample
I dismantle this mantle and then knock off your candles
I'm hard to haggle hard to handle but i'm Soft with handles
I'll Probably dazzle you
Rockin sandals for
With socks and camo
You'll probably baffle
With lots of laughable thoughtless babble
Not just a mammal I'm animal
All my dogs are jackals with lots of ammo that cock and blammo your thoughts are scrambled
You lost your panel your not just canceled your off this channel

I fit the persona
Gonna sip the corona
Sniff the aroma
Legal zips through the omma
Fifth of patron
A Couple tips of mimosa
Live up the moment
Monumental like Mona
Lisa a teacher of the street features and culture
But never ask the questions tho
Believe what they told ya
It's best to count your blessings bro
See what ya spose ta
Seek the king of things
To put your deeds on a poster
I wanted to be like him but to the thief I was closer
Keep my heat in the holster
In my seat like solider
Don't eat much meat but if there's beef I'm the grocer
Season the little sheep then clean my teeth when it's over
I'm a eat what I'ma eat
Apply the heat like a toaster
Been Deep in a comma
Cause I drink the ammonia
I think I'm a gonna feel it creeping up on ya
So let me be and rest in peace until I sleep with begonias

With all this sadness and sorrow
The gladness that I have in fact
Is actually borrowed
Gotta Have it back tomorrow
Got so freaking stressed I smoked a half a pack of Marlboros
Had me hacking charcoal
Gasping with a harsh throat
In act a mass embargo with my scars because my hearts broke
I wanted to be Sicario
And whip the Monte Carlo
Eaten peaches like I'm Mario
And you can meet me in the yard bro
Because it's time to let your cards show
You're a chip off the old block... Fargo
But I'm just being partial
Actually, I'm bout pack it up and drive my car home
And my home is Oklahoma
From the cradle to the grave until I lay with the begonias

Written by:
Michael Taylor

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