Little Engine

I trust that everyone is enjoying the music As the title of the album suggests This was meant for your listening pleasure While you are being done in Verse 1 Call this evil intent, like me in a limo Yeah Like the shade in these windows Smoke gray, ladies go mental But no way they can see in though Nah OJ blade is a pencil Yeah Propane takin' my cranium Code-name Titanium Temple I almost swallowed my car I call my Mercedes a Benzo Bitch, I ball like a baby Ball like J, but not Jay as in Jay-Z, J as in Leno 'Cause I got a huge mansion No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon Too scandalous, Sue Atkins The kinda crazy you can't fix I'm still the one that your parents hate I'm in your house eatin' carrot-cake While I sit there and wait and I marinate I'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary fate And come home to find yourself starin' straight into a fuckin' barrel like Sharon Tate Raise the concerto while I narrate Yeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin' arrow shape I be on a higher plane in aerospace With so much leg-room and air space on this airplane Unlike you 'cause you're on a flight too, but it's a staircase Chorus Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone I'm losin' control Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe Overd-d-dose Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the en-endo Like a win-window Little engine gone, little engine Verse 2 I am the top-selling, who cares Stop dwelling, then stop yelling I'm not yelling, you're yelling Smart aleck, goddammit Fuck is that Stop hammering God That's what it sounds like in my brain Much as I fight to restrain I have the right to remain violent Any rhyme that I say can and will be used against you Icicle veins, mics will get slain Life it will strangle you with bicycle chain You're gonna have to come identify the remains Wait, what I said my head is twisted like a bread tie Yup Can't get a fuckin' word in, edgewise Shut up Success overnight like a red eye Bitch Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy on the Westside I'm hot dog, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar at Meijers In appliances by the washers and dryers Chick ran up like, Marshall on fire I looked down and said, No, I'm not, you're a liar She said, No, your music Heard you're back with the Dr. and I heard Chorus Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone I'm losin' control Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe Overd-d-dose Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the en-endo Like a win-window Little engine gone, little engine Verse 3 Dr. Dre Psycho Psycho killer, Michael Michael, Thriller My flow My flow apeshit, I, I go I go-rilla My flow My flow still a Psycho psycho killer Killer Nitro Hi ho, Silva Similes and idioms giddy up I think I can, I think I can I know I can, psycho I am Michael, my knife go right hand In my left hand, I hold mic stand Little engine gone Chicka-ch-ch-chill like I z-z-zero, zero, zip, zip, zilch Yeah Like Kaepernick, I got kn-kn-kneel Nil, word to Goodwill-will This must be how bein' hoodrich feels Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill Hi ho Finna take you out like an outro Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out ho Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo Balboa with a scalpel Scoundrel hound with a mouth full of Alpo Chorus Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone I'm losin' control Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe Overd-d-dose Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the en-endo Like a win-window Little engine gone, little engine Gone