Momma Miss America Lyrics & Chords By Laws

Yeah, live and direct, break it down, roll it up like here, try this
No time to side-step, drunks like whipped crack, staying present
Me and Paul like a lit match made in Heaven, flow so poetic
This is for the ages, kids who reckless, get 'em on stages
I'm taking mental inventory of these haters
What happens in my brain stays in it like Vegas, I ain't playing kid
This is no hobby, y'all ain't trying to hurt nobody like playing kid
The word got around about this amazing kid, when his flow spark
It get darker than an Asian wig, aye man, aye I like that guitar man
Lemme get a little bit of reverb,
Yeah-yeah, that's what I'm saying fam
They want me to simultaneously be the savior and make 'em dance
In the meantime, gotta make a band
I'm a have to be more secure than Jenna Jameson's man
Pack a beast too big for the cages,
Rhymes like birthdays 'cause they for the ages
Ain't this hip-hop's time of hysteria?
I'll carry the torch like momma miss America
Industry an undertaker, it just wanna bury you
Got a lot of toys but a doll wanna share with you, God bless America
Sending poor to fight but when they get home,
They don't wanna take care of you
Aw man, why it go and get political? They just wanna dance
Give 'em something for the stripper hoes,
Guess that's the game on the path of fame
Break the ozone and make it acid rain, put myself in a position
Where I can save the children but I don't know if anybody gonna listen
The kids is all 106ing, on the block pitching, on the phone bitching
Filling up radio request lines, well wait, are you kidding?
You wanna hear a song called Fry That Chicken?
Man I been saying that this mess has to stop
So I'm a show a little class over classic rock