Michael Douglas

By Mike G

On Award Tour EP

Released on April 11, 2011

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[Verse 1: Vince Staples]

That quiet nigga in the front of the class

With a autographed bible and a gun in his bag

Handed the mic into the audience, nothing but laughs

Only if them fags knew it was nothing to mask up

Cause any day that 12 gauge score 30

In that pin-striped bulletproof H town jersey

Down to H-town at the K-Mart, swing the 'K 'round

Make 'em run and scream like the supermarket sweep

Too lethargic with the heat, more than in 2003

Night stalks, jack bean, choppers roaring like the '20s

AK's, AK's, AR's and MP's

Fully loaded, nigga push me, best believe that shit'll end your breathing

How you look into my eyes and say you don't believe in demons

Puzzles me, shit I'm missing more than just a couple pieces

Diamonds gleaming, bitches screaming, welcome to the shit I'm dreaming

Crippled nieces and Nissan's, I don't adjust the seat

Tryna catch her slipping and leave 'em crippled like Williams

I ain't talking 'bout Robin, I doubt the fire will end it

This fucking sickness I got, so fuck Hell

Aggravated death cases, what's jail? fuck bail

Bet I'm breaking out this bitch, Fantasia signed my book bag

Wasn't with consent, I had to shake it out that bitch

Life's a simple woman, bet I'll make it out this bitch

But first I plan on getting rich

(Yeah, soroc nigga)


[Interlude]

I only drink ​Ciroca

Posted with the choppa

I only drink Ciroca

Posted with the choppa

You old enough to talk shit, you old enough to get shit

Old enough to talk shit, old enough to get shit

Old enough to talk shit, old enough to get shit

These bitch ass kids

I got problems, we all got problems, y'all getting beat up, put your feet up


[Verse 2: SPEAK!]

What a predicament, we caught up in the thick of it

I guess I'll be the dick that has to rip these pussy ligaments

Graduated golden gloves, burner with the golden slugs

Hack-sawed off, Jim Duggan dancing in my Lugz

For real though, why them jokers wanna test me?

My main bitch Arab plus I'm balling like the ESPYs

Run the fade? yes please, knock 'em out they SB's

Put 'em on ice if they acting all Gretzky

Had to cop a jetski, show 'em that I'm wavy

Half-breed Jew fucker with a case of rabies

Born with a temper, so here come a tantrum

A Tiny Toon Adventure turn break they jaw anthem

Bare knuckle brawling, Puff Daddy baller

Loose Cannonball Adderley, beatnik modded out

I was never from a broken home, you can get a broken bone

Better leave a locc alone, dial tone and hold the phone

Wait, what the fuck did your homey say?

Brooklyn, hold my Chick-Fil-A, I shish kabob and ricochet

Put him on the skillet, George Foreman grill it

Trigger Happy TV, then I Candid Camera kill it

I was posted at a kickback, three ninjas kicked back

Tell your homey kick back before he gets his ribs cracked!

Goddamn! fuck him up for fun!

Hunter Hearst Helmsley, hipster with a gun


[Outro]

{​Unintelligible}​

The kids need chains, the kids need chains. All the great kids throughout history had chains

({​Unintelligible}​)

Bitches like chains, the kids like bitches

(And the mentor said so (?))

You like bitches, right kids? Yup. You do

(Show them the way)

Do you like bitches, SPEAK?

(I love 'em)

Young. You do

(??? that ass!)

Tell no you feel me, no lie, you feel me?

(Mmhmmm, ???)

{​Unintelligible}​

(Look, I'm...I'm a good guy. ??? but I'm a good guy. ??? oh shit...({​unintelligible}​)