Letras:
The Black Keys No Fun

by myself like the brown Eminem. Not to down Eminem I fuck black bitches, fuck white bitches, nigga I like bitches. Them half and half Alicia Keys dyke

Damn I Love That Sh*T Lets Stop Faking Be Real Now I Got A Room And A Hard On , Still Down? U Been Staring A Bar Full Of Black Dudes Say You Wanna See

they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll

cross yo neck Floss yo tek I'll beat you wit it across yo chest (Kuniva aka Von) It's only right I jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun

Verse 2] You?re a power-slave somewhere in time Peace of mind, keeper of the seven keys Seven churches arrive under the sign of the black mark Two megatherium

classic like the Ladi Dadi verse and my man probably hollered at the hottie first I score, he took the charge ooooh, that sh-t gotta hurt Nevermind me, ?Ye have fun

I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream

he's caught in the game He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain Nothin's changed in a city flask Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants

slight wind I take my time as I ease into step ten Believe when my only reasons for this hon' is pleasin' Stickin' my keys in your ignition Ya screamin' eleven semen like big fun