BB King ain't boss
he's mister Ed
the singing horse
and no one can talk to a
horse of course
lousy voice
I want to be
the peoples choice
making womens moist
I need a divorce
from these blues of course
I've been the pack horse
you never endorsed
steady course
no remorse
big collision
I made this decision
to take the blues on a mission
I will position
my seaman
have you screaming
all four seasons
you committed treason
new school chiefton
you'll be meeting
bludgeon the old
into submission
craving recognition
It's Gangster Blues
not buckle my shoes
the world needs new
well this is it's debut
break through
can't be subdued
misconstrued
starting with you
BB king
you forty acre mule
Your too old
to move
your a prime target
puppet
It's time that
I reach the summit
flunky
bowlegged monkey
Junky b your chunky
what you gonna do
get the blues
to jump me
I paid the cost
you can't punk me
don't be a chump
b
don't roast me
just toast me
denying your
fantasy islands
host
b
While on the west coast
in reno town
I sneaked around
to hear the sound
you put me down
that was profound
me, spell bound
I ain't never
been clowned
cause I
was brown
I'd like to
put you
six feet down
the great king
had no time
go blind
lose your mind
say I'm
un-kind
Bitch stop crying
I know you
don't want to
be dying
but the blues
gotta sleep
so say bye bye
gangster blues
will make you cry
new world order
is the prize
ain't no jive
shining my boots
in your behind
gator shoes
this is your
reparations
BB King
the forty acre mule
dinosaurs always lose
Source article
spread the news
new slice
no one has
a clue
All they know is
old mixed
with the new
Is this
Dark Blues?
It don't
sound like
old school!
Is this dark Blues?
It don't sound
like old school
It's hip hop
bebop
hit the spot
don't stop
all I got
swollen head
eating lead
needing bread
under the bed
time to spread
that blunk-eyed soap
that'll put me in the loop
not scoop
your poop
no hoops
to cut you loose
clocking green
blues is mean
lean
Eric Clapton
and Stevie Ray
can't steal my
dream
cause I
Skim the fat
butter new school
blues with rep
jazz
pop
I said
hip hop
to the top
sizzling
swizzling
gillian on the yacht
again
blunkland
usher's in a
new friend
bluesman
from the promise land
blues and funk
together as friends
Mississippi blues
with a new spin
abducate Riley
before it too late
lame game no
more fame
that's sounds bad
you must be
reefer mad
I ain't sad
I seen you in drag
you soiled your bed
I'll start the
blood shed
black head
pimple
it's simple
skinheads
instead that's why
I fled
before I spread lead
you should be scared
but
your at the top spot
while below
the new crops wither
and drop
you get
$150 a pop
why should you stop?
your getting
props I'm not
that's why
I'm kicking your ass
taking your slot
blues will be hot
no more share crop
ham hocks pork chops
kojack
lolly pops
amos and andy
slop
taking this to
the chop shop
putting on some
hip hop
that'll hit the top
relentless dollars
pitbull collars
holla
are you millie vanillie's
father
I'm going to
take this further
than a farmer
genunine
boneafide
you had your time
you dropped the dime
now it's mine
Living blues
spread the news
new slice
no one has a clue
all they know
is old mixed with the new
Is it dark blues?
It don't sound like old
school
Is it dark blues?
It don't sound
like old school
fool!
Gangster Blues rules
