Loose Leaf Lyrics

Loose Leaf Lyrics by 57 Pixels :
[Verse 1 – Senor Wetback]
Laying around with the green in my pipe
Feeling lucky to be alive
With all the madness going around
Kids getting shot; the bad and the proud
Just waiting to rot, it’s like all the world wants is to drown
Stupid people talking the talk
But I don’t see anybody walking the walk
Mr. Obama I promise I don’t give a f*ck
You can talk the talk but nothing changing
You just got n*ggas wired up ready for a hanging
A Hispanic man for defending himself
You know what NAACP go yourself
You’re just a charity case looking for trouble
But guess what I’ll make it double
I’d pop a black kid too if he tried to kill me
And I think the rest of the nation is feeling me
Cause your life means to me as much as Treyvon Martin’s
Try and kill me expect the same back
Don’t give a sh*t if you’re white or black
I’ll treat you the same so stop getting so damn butthurt
It’s like the countries have to set off a red alert
Every time a kid does something stupid
Think it’s time we were a bit more lucid
And be honest with the idiots of our nation
Hand out a little logic and break the tradition
It’s about to get a little nasty, and that’s my style
Wouldn’t be a Wetback rhyme without talking about all these
Fine b*tches who are wishing for kisses
Wanting me to call them my misses
Giving credit where credit is due
She’s always in the kitchen making me food
Hasn’t sex seemed a little bit lamer for you?
That’s cause your girl got a taste of my burrito
Shoved right down her peephole
Talking about how your di*k is muy pequeno
Hate on it all you like, Your girl is looking for my mic
Pleading out for more, it’s titty titty band bang oops
I came all over your whore, look at this b*tch
Crawling back for more

[Hook]
I’m alone at home like Whoopie
One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf
Apart of a bigger pile like groupies
I’m alone at home like Whoopie
One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf
Apart of a bigger pile like groupies
One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf

[Verse 2 – 57 Pixels]
Been here for three weeks, I’m already calling it quits
Have you heard my new jingles b*tch, you’d prolly sh*t bricks
f*ck if it’s quick, but I’m getting tired of waiting
And I’m not the best I just want to say bye to complaining
Haven’t been high lately, been called a cry baby
And I lie blatantly, like I am that will-lang-ly
Look it’s about time my fan base will start
No one likes playing cards with me cause I’m known for breaking hearts
Real friends those words can be put together?
Look at how many people have heard my sh*t and try to not call me a stupid failure
But I don’t want to suck and please the mic
And take control of this game like I’m f*cking Jesus Christ
This is that want and need; so tight
It’s like the gap between some and thing, a’ight?
Get it? Nah, my sh*t makes no sense
Like these pasty people saying Mex dirt has the highest potence
My mind is f*cking twisted like when hoes sit
It’s bogus these poets focus, is hopeless
By my moment, and my opponents claim it. So atrocious
I won’t be a homeless hottest whom lives with rodents

[Hook]x2
I’m alone at home like Whoopie
One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf
Apart of a bigger pile like groupies
One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf