Retarded Fren Lyrics
| Song | Retarded Fren |
| Artist | JJ DOOM |
| Album | Key To The Kuffs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| An honest day's work for an honest day's pay | |
| Stay taking wages the anonymous way | |
| Calmish | |
| Pay to the Amish selling | |
| Promise me gold brawn, palm itch swelling | |
| With no “tack”, tho | |
| Ipso facto | |
| Wondering in pictures why his lips is so black, yo! | |
| No question | |
| An ounce of prevention | |
| Is more than a pound of raw cure pure intention | |
| Attention! | |
| No throwing stones at the homeless | |
| Or else ye' yourself may end up with your dome blessed | |
| Chrome dust, nano-sized particles | |
| Stop telling codes through the YouTube, retarded fools! | |
| Defeats the purpose | |
| Greedily slurp up the surplus | |
| And burnt puss | |
| And so nervous, you can shirt must gush | |
| Hush, hush. Trust | |
| Villain til' the Earth crust bust | |
| Self-defense, think he's not real | |
| Up until you blink twice and feel the hot steel | |
| Take it how you want it | |
| Fake it or flaunt it | |
| Need to put some brakes on it | |
| Shake it, dog-gone it! | |
| Dead drop | |
| Leave it right there | |
| Chop it off, heads bop | |
| Breath it like the air | |
| You hear? | |
| Study the devil | |
| Played the game and choose to deuce her on a bloody level | |
| Who sent him? | |
| Steady losing momentum | |
| Ol' who'll eat a rapper one-a-day like Centrum | |
| The mask is like a Gundam, dumb-dumb um | |
| And don't matter where you come from, you bum! | |
| What happens when the poles shift? | |
| Won't matter for shit. Who you roll with? | |
| Cold and stiff | |
| Hold the if | |
| If incase you need a facelift | |
| Sold a gift | |
| Rip it like space time foam, fold the rift | |
| The sun still shines in the morning | |
| He ain't promised you more, but it's definitely scorching | |
| Like an iceball, off guard, soft, hard | |
| Ask him do he give an F like report card | |
| Out-spit em' like Jona | |
| Add bonuses, intel suggests they had no cojoneses | |
| On this microphone business, it's slaughter | |
| That's on his 3 pre-mature daughters aortas | |
| The thoughts was a quarters, halfs, wholes | |
| A roll | |
| And good times sold like good dimes | |
| It's just begun to began to begin | |
| To end, to start back again for smarter men and women | |
| And their forgotten retarded Fren |
| An honest day' s work for an honest day' s pay | |
| Stay taking wages the anonymous way | |
| Calmish | |
| Pay to the Amish selling | |
| Promise me gold brawn, palm itch swelling | |
| With no " tack", tho | |
| Ipso facto | |
| Wondering in pictures why his lips is so black, yo! | |
| No question | |
| An ounce of prevention | |
| Is more than a pound of raw cure pure intention | |
| Attention! | |
| No throwing stones at the homeless | |
| Or else ye' yourself may end up with your dome blessed | |
| Chrome dust, nanosized particles | |
| Stop telling codes through the YouTube, retarded fools! | |
| Defeats the purpose | |
| Greedily slurp up the surplus | |
| And burnt puss | |
| And so nervous, you can shirt must gush | |
| Hush, hush. Trust | |
| Villain til' the Earth crust bust | |
| Selfdefense, think he' s not real | |
| Up until you blink twice and feel the hot steel | |
| Take it how you want it | |
| Fake it or flaunt it | |
| Need to put some brakes on it | |
| Shake it, doggone it! | |
| Dead drop | |
| Leave it right there | |
| Chop it off, heads bop | |
| Breath it like the air | |
| You hear? | |
| Study the devil | |
| Played the game and choose to deuce her on a bloody level | |
| Who sent him? | |
| Steady losing momentum | |
| Ol' who' ll eat a rapper oneaday like Centrum | |
| The mask is like a Gundam, dumbdumb um | |
| And don' t matter where you come from, you bum! | |
| What happens when the poles shift? | |
| Won' t matter for shit. Who you roll with? | |
| Cold and stiff | |
| Hold the if | |
| If incase you need a facelift | |
| Sold a gift | |
| Rip it like space time foam, fold the rift | |
| The sun still shines in the morning | |
| He ain' t promised you more, but it' s definitely scorching | |
| Like an iceball, off guard, soft, hard | |
| Ask him do he give an F like report card | |
| Outspit em' like Jona | |
| Add bonuses, intel suggests they had no cojoneses | |
| On this microphone business, it' s slaughter | |
| That' s on his 3 premature daughters aortas | |
| The thoughts was a quarters, halfs, wholes | |
| A roll | |
| And good times sold like good dimes | |
| It' s just begun to began to begin | |
| To end, to start back again for smarter men and women | |
| And their forgotten retarded Fren |
| An honest day' s work for an honest day' s pay | |
| Stay taking wages the anonymous way | |
| Calmish | |
| Pay to the Amish selling | |
| Promise me gold brawn, palm itch swelling | |
| With no " tack", tho | |
| Ipso facto | |
| Wondering in pictures why his lips is so black, yo! | |
| No question | |
| An ounce of prevention | |
| Is more than a pound of raw cure pure intention | |
| Attention! | |
| No throwing stones at the homeless | |
| Or else ye' yourself may end up with your dome blessed | |
| Chrome dust, nanosized particles | |
| Stop telling codes through the YouTube, retarded fools! | |
| Defeats the purpose | |
| Greedily slurp up the surplus | |
| And burnt puss | |
| And so nervous, you can shirt must gush | |
| Hush, hush. Trust | |
| Villain til' the Earth crust bust | |
| Selfdefense, think he' s not real | |
| Up until you blink twice and feel the hot steel | |
| Take it how you want it | |
| Fake it or flaunt it | |
| Need to put some brakes on it | |
| Shake it, doggone it! | |
| Dead drop | |
| Leave it right there | |
| Chop it off, heads bop | |
| Breath it like the air | |
| You hear? | |
| Study the devil | |
| Played the game and choose to deuce her on a bloody level | |
| Who sent him? | |
| Steady losing momentum | |
| Ol' who' ll eat a rapper oneaday like Centrum | |
| The mask is like a Gundam, dumbdumb um | |
| And don' t matter where you come from, you bum! | |
| What happens when the poles shift? | |
| Won' t matter for shit. Who you roll with? | |
| Cold and stiff | |
| Hold the if | |
| If incase you need a facelift | |
| Sold a gift | |
| Rip it like space time foam, fold the rift | |
| The sun still shines in the morning | |
| He ain' t promised you more, but it' s definitely scorching | |
| Like an iceball, off guard, soft, hard | |
| Ask him do he give an F like report card | |
| Outspit em' like Jona | |
| Add bonuses, intel suggests they had no cojoneses | |
| On this microphone business, it' s slaughter | |
| That' s on his 3 premature daughters aortas | |
| The thoughts was a quarters, halfs, wholes | |
| A roll | |
| And good times sold like good dimes | |
| It' s just begun to began to begin | |
| To end, to start back again for smarter men and women | |
| And their forgotten retarded Fren |
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