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lirik lagu plaid shirt – stevie young

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[verse 1]
uhh…
i’m a thor’s brother g*nius
i’ll time travel to the past, find your mother and norris chuck ya fetus
of course it must be cheating, the abortion wasn’t easy
under alot of pressure so i’m forced to crush the weakest

rappers now yap about cashin’ out
brag and laugh all you want when you worth have of micheal jackson’s house
born with a mic in my hand, sword to a blacksmith’s child
and leaving m-sses wowed from my m-ssive sprout

privalaged black kid, with innocent p-ssions
degenerate b-st-rd, just chillin’ in cl-sses
gigglin’ and laughin’, kickin’ some raps and
next teacher that interupts me’s missin’ in action

“i haven’t seen you since you were a baby,” “remember me?”
no, but you stinch of feet, so lady, don’t pinch my cheeks
attention please, i’ve officially entered the game
remember my name, pictured in frames, it sits on your brain

[hook: stevie young]
yeah… stevie young is that b-st-rd
yup… he’s the one in the plaid shirt
huh… ya need run even faster
uhh… cause he’s the on in the plaid shirt

[verse 2]
it’s stevie young, dude’s a psycho, write your suicide note
i’m shootin’ rivals, and the booth is my home
rock-a-bye-baby with a bottle full of propane
sober up daddy or powder my b-tt with cocaine

handle my toys, my samurai swords
pocket knife in my sock’s that’s white, just to damage a boy
splittin’ hairs, and spittin’ there, mother doesn’t give a care
so i’ll lock my bedroom door, then i’ll skin a bear

something happened with this kid, can’t even define himself
unattractive with big lips, n0body even tried to help
on the microphone i’m by myself blastin’ sick thoughts
this is rap music, i ain’t gotta try to hip-hop

old people, hoodrats, and parents, yeah, they’ll disagree
there’s many more fish in the sea, and i got fish to feed
i’m pickin’ seats in history, after that i won’t stop
i’m on top like mr. t’s mohawk

[hook]

money last, rap first, it’s funny how the cl-ss works
i’m somewhere ’round the master, they want me out the plaid shirt
young is now the bad pers, something’s bout to hap sir
i wonder how my tracks work, you buck i’m bound to act worse

accidents happen, and i happen to be an accident
daddy was active, so three-and-a-half is half his kids
and now they sayin’ i’m jackin’ rappin’ with -ssonance
i tell the trash to p-ss, the pad is where the p-ssion is

i’m p-ssionate with a tight schedule, i have to work fast
and when i hit the booth, i’m way past the first cl-ss
att-tude’s flyer than captain kirk’s calves
get your purse sn-tched by the young, the b-st-rd’s shirt’s plaid

[outro]
“uhh… yeah… trick… that was just my laid back flow… let’s get outta here…”

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