Ryshon Jones - Pulp Fiction lyrics

rate me

It's fuck you when they bench you

They dick suck you when you're linning

Rise of the underdogs, rough starts and perfect endings

This is a fucking stick up,

get up on your knees ho, breathe slow

Robbing every rapper for their ego.

If thoughts was cash I'm rackin' up

My spirit sure is acting up

That explain why you hear me tell the devil past the Dutch

Open up my brain, don't feel afraid you are invited

Fantasize on threesomes with MIA and Miley Cyrus

don't judge me, bitch

Try to understand me!

Misunderstood for a while,

shopping for some guidance memories in the aisle

You can keep your money and your life,

That's not what I'm chasing

Stick 'em up, robbing them for they imagination.

When this robbery is done I go inside your memory bank

watching TV but it's blank, my own pictures that I paint.

The type that have it all,

still found room to have complaints

Hopefully what I'm sayin' will sink

I want to change the way you think

I fucked the world in the ass and busted on her back

Hijack your train of thought.

Run than shit right off the track.

If I don't get what I want I snap,

you don't wanna see me black.

Steal your fucking brain, bitch

Naw you can't get it back.

Somebody tell her stop screaming.

Wipe away the moment,

and make her think she dreaming.

I smell like death and pussy,

lookin' scruffy and grimy

And when I'm done, I'll leave a note to tell them where to find me.

Nobody move, I only pull it if you make me

Just chill and keep your cool

I do this out of desperation

You'll probably judge me, won't you?

These numbers that I dial

Nobody picked the phone up

And I know it's wrong but I'm in this world of mine,

I'm tired of being alone.

Thanks to walker for correcting these lyrics