No Name

Br-B * Track #3 On Make Haste

No Name Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If you driving by my house and see me in my front lawn
And you run me over, do you know what you have just done?
You just hit a shooting star before he even got far
Into the game so now he's splattered on your car
Among the stars? It's like driving a spaceship through my yard
And when I try to buy the alcohol they ask me for a card
So I pull out my piece and say, "We can do this the hard way."
And then the same thing is what they always say
"Just take your shit and go so that I can get on with my day."
Motherfucker didn't even make me pay
And know what? I'm taking the side of Kanye
Over that grudge and so-called controver-say
Between Taylor's fans and that monster man
People need to see that Swift ain't got no singing gift
And while I'm on that note, how about that Justin Bieber
Bitches say he beautiful even though his head hairy as a beaver
And that little faggot ain't hot unless he got a fever
Then when I go on Google and I search for shooting stars
I get all these pages talking about Bruno Mars
I think all these sites must be blind
Cause they ain't even looking at what exactly they implying
Cause I got a whole different list of stars in my mind
How about B.o.B. with his fucking airplanes
And I liked Eminem in Relapse even though he was insane
Even though he so icy, I love that Gucci Mane
And most of you don't need a reason for this one, Lil' Wayne
And back to me, you about to get a big scare
If you see my ball hair
Cause it's all so big down there
You'll think it is my peter
But that ain't my wang
My dick way bigger than that thing
On a double-direction highway, my dick would cover two lanes
Standing on the ground I think I could hit airplanes and

[Hook]
I wanna be a star and
I want an expensive car and
I want all my chicks to be hot
Even though you all out there are not and
I need a man with a plan to
Get me started in the game, but
Who'd tell a white boy with no name that
They think I could gain some fame, man
I wouldn't

[Verse 2]
About to be like Autobots and roll out
Like an astronaut and space out
Like your headphones, just blow out
Like a megaphone and call out
Like Sprint phone service, just drop out
Like a flasher, be all balls out
And it's trick to rock a rhyme
But it ain't no trick when I'm rocking mine
What's yours is yours, what's mine is mine
So don't try to say that I stole your line
When I wrote every single one as my own
You don't know what the fuck that I'm on
But yo' bitch on my dick cause it's long
I bet you wish that you were this hung
So many cars, I got a full parking lot
My driveway should've been a highway, do you got it?
My dick's big as a baseball bat, but it's still just A-Rod
It may be a lowercase G, but these women still call me a god
For anyone to like you, you'd have to get a lot of mod-ifications to your wallet and your johnson
McDonald's for Valentine's? You don't live in Arkansas, son
And you know your dick too small when she don't have to open her jaw, son
But back to me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
If you take my honey and say it's from your bees
Well, your bees? I'm thinking Arby's, bitch
You always seem to be covered in fleas
And holding onto your balls just like a lot of golf tees
I never go to sleep, I'm always fucking with my Z's
"You're welcome," "Thank you," "Excuse me," and, "Please."
Please don't expect me to ever be using these, thank you
And you're welcome, but excuse me, you're losing
I'm going Charlie Sheen and I just always be winning
Might as well just kill yourself like you are a lemming
Married to the life, you ain't invited to the wedding
I never shit myself but I'm wetting the bedding
With the bitches next to me always getting ready
But I say, "Later!"
Then I'm playing cards with my credit
Don't matter if I win or lose cause I'm always gonna get it
Going on vacation and my dick wanna come, but I won't let it
Because if I do that, then I have a chance to at any second
Be told that I'm a father and I don't want to bother
With a kid at the moment, but they're missing the crucial component
Because my sperm can't reach when her tubes twisted like a pretzel
Blooming money from my pocket like an onion petal
My paint is drying on the wall but it go hard like heavy metal
Pilgrims met the Indians but didn't settle with their settlement
I don't know what that meant
But I'm gonna blast into space where the laws of gravity are bent because

[Bridge]
I'm making my name heard today
Straight up to the top cause I'm not gay
I won't be full of waste like an ashtray
Keeping it crisp cause I am Frito-Lay

[Hook]

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