Both as a standalone and as part of the DSOTS album, you can take this lyric as read. As a matter of public record, Jourgensen's drug intake was legendary even in the 1980s. By the late 90s, in his own words, he was grappling with massive addiction issues and had lost almost everything: friends, spouse, money and had nearly died more than once. "Dark Side of the Spoon" is a both funny & sad title for an album made by a musical genius who was losing the plot; and this song is a message to his fans & friends saying he knows it. It's painful to listen to so I'm glad the "Keith Richards of industrial metals" wised up and cleaned up. Well done sir.
Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing that's word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like o’dogg
Shoot a nigga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Pain killers got a nigga bout ta doze off
Big shit nigga talk big shit nigga
Big bread bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick nigga
Money spread like germs get sick nigga
Yeah, and fuck them other niggas,
1 9 hundred who want I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the river
I don't care if you were Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm higher than a mothafucka Alps my nigga
I'm flyer than a mothafucka stilt my nigga
Young Money shit top shelf my nigga
We the mothafuckas like MILF my nigga
Uh uhm, flow like syringes
Yea I'm in my mode got a code like Da Vinci
I was in the trenches, now I'm in the trunk
And everybody watch your back, when you're in the front
You ain't never safe stop playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
I'm all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles
Why thank yous, if you a hater
I'm eatin, yous a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom later
Young Tune nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you think your sweet nigga, buy a room nigga
Die or move nigga, I'm on my gang shit,
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a mothafucking blunt,
stupid fruity swag like a mothafucka runt
And I be with my dog like a mothafucking huntin
Everyday of the week is the first day of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Cant tell the time cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it poppin like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money addict
Running this shit now I'm feelin athletic
I'm on a boat bitch, gettin sea sick
Stop playin I'm fresher than a Degree stick
Street shit, well of course, I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high horse, please don't shoot me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I need a massage,
and when it comes to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, nigga just stuntin
If you ain't the bank teller don't tell me nothin
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
Bitch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it, well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the shit weak stomachs
No ceilings... Mothafucka
Time to do the thing that's word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like o’dogg
Shoot a nigga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Pain killers got a nigga bout ta doze off
Big shit nigga talk big shit nigga
Big bread bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick nigga
Money spread like germs get sick nigga
Yeah, and fuck them other niggas,
1 9 hundred who want I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the river
I don't care if you were Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm higher than a mothafucka Alps my nigga
I'm flyer than a mothafucka stilt my nigga
Young Money shit top shelf my nigga
We the mothafuckas like MILF my nigga
Uh uhm, flow like syringes
Yea I'm in my mode got a code like Da Vinci
I was in the trenches, now I'm in the trunk
And everybody watch your back, when you're in the front
You ain't never safe stop playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
I'm all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles
Why thank yous, if you a hater
I'm eatin, yous a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom later
Young Tune nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you think your sweet nigga, buy a room nigga
Die or move nigga, I'm on my gang shit,
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a mothafucking blunt,
stupid fruity swag like a mothafucka runt
And I be with my dog like a mothafucking huntin
Everyday of the week is the first day of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Cant tell the time cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it poppin like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money addict
Running this shit now I'm feelin athletic
I'm on a boat bitch, gettin sea sick
Stop playin I'm fresher than a Degree stick
Street shit, well of course, I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high horse, please don't shoot me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I need a massage,
and when it comes to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, nigga just stuntin
If you ain't the bank teller don't tell me nothin
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
Bitch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it, well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the shit weak stomachs
No ceilings... Mothafucka
Lyrics submitted by lookinginward, edited by Mellow_Harsher
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"Street sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad weed Im on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, i land feet flat"
When he spits these lines i feel like it's a resemblence to mac dre kind of
Mabey Mac-Dre-esque
This song is the SH*T! I love that line ^ he mentioned esp. when he says "please don't shoot me down" There's just something about that certian line.. Anyways the Micheal Phelps referance was hilarious! Lil Wayne owns the Hip Hop industry!!
"Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles Im all over this ice cream beat like sprankles"
This is why i love lil wayne, the haters can say he has no meaning or depth to his lyrics, but he doesn't need it when he beats every rapper out there with his flow, plays on words, and metaphors and similes.
I said it, if you dont agree, then get at me dog
I agree. Alot of people say "Blah, all he raps about is money and stuff" <br /> <br /> But music is entertainment, not all music has to have a deep meaning. Wayne just likes to rap, and he raps well.