Eddie Haskill Paradise Lyrics

Paradise Lyrics

I don't give two fucks if you like me or not



Take your criticisms and put em in a pipe with a rock 



And smoke it up is the fucking record broken or what 



Saying its time to quit and my rhyming is shit



Thinking I'm in the rough but I just tee'd off 



I'll make the putt in two strokes and I supposed to be soft



And if you got beats you better lend em for free



Cause I never paid for beats actually you would be paying me



If the tables were turned and ratios reversed



You'd be paying my punk ass around $100 a verse



And I'm not trying to day that you don't deserve the money 



But I'm really trying to sit down and work with somebody



Split the bills split the profit and try to split the fame



It was me and the mic wasn't ready for that other shit that came



As a byproduct of spitting emotional feelings



That's why I got a few good men to handle promotional dealing



And if I did quit my tail would be sticking straight up



I'm purebred, in between the legs is for mutts



Nine months, shit this baby took a year and a half



Provoking thought now mixed in with tears and a laugh



Wear my pride like a bade even over a coat when colder



My grandpa had a stroke my dad grabbed his mom to hold her



I told her with a crooked face that things would be alright (SE)



It was a lie and my grandfather died that night







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I just want to go somewhere where the air is nice



Till I'm in Paradise sipping a parrot ice rolling a pair of dice



Discussing topics with hot chick in the tropics



Where top stock picks are sure to line my pockets nice



"Don't grab the sunscreen just yet"







The two towers fell, fulfilling glorified dreams



We got two towers now, but it's Lord of the Rings



So you better get prepared for whatever the torturer brings



Cause you can no longer hide behind a liberty torch that's green



And Circuit City wanted me to send a saluting CD to the Army



I told'em to get their asses home and barricade around me



Cause that's the only way I'm feeling safe today



And even that's a lie because the bomb we dropped melted faces away



I just want to find a decent place to stay 



Where I can say my goodbyes without choking up like Macy Gray



What if it happened here? Shit they took over our planes



What do we have to fear? Yo, they even took our names



I hope them bastards rot, this life's just one big acid drop



Put on a sheet and spread equally throughout the community (SE)



Pray to God to be granted immunity with my rhymes 



Cause what I say can be construed and viewed as a crime



When its neutering time stand in line to gets your nuts chopped



I'll step out of line and catch buckshot in my fuckspot



Like Zed from Pulp Fiction but its Ed with his cult vision



Where government was fair and politicians would listen



I'm a Christian catholic, but don't know the words to a church song



But when Big Poppa comes on I'm the first one to sing along (SE)



And that's fucked up aint it, living my life in containment



Recluse through my youth, pretty picture could never paint it







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And here's the problem, I just can't get away



When I try, there's a force that pulls me back and tells me where to stay
(SE)



And I feeling fucked up today



I haven't felt Hip Hop Hooray since "19 Naughty 3"



And that's the shade under a decade when I used to spectate



Now I stand in the direct shade to avoid the sunrays



Cause my iris was burning when I went to see the light



That's why I'm losing sleep at night looking for some beats to write



My Opus's, it's hopelessness that's the plague of out people



Also, the lack of character development in a sequel



That's why when "junior" decided to go to war



How could you stand back and try to force out an applaud?



That shit's ridiculous when our president dimes and nickels us



So we send over missiles to form ripples in the dust



Meanwhile, oil prices skyrocket



Spend a billion on a fuel cell with a lethal by-product



And we gave Saddam a 48 hour ultimatum 



With hopes that crazier son wouldn't replace him



And we'll find a fix to this at the same time as AIDS



Cause it's not about the cure, it's all about getting paid







"Paid in full, its unbelievable... but true



cause in times of war our bill of rights become null and void



They don't want to kill you they want to fill you with wooden bullets



So shut your lips you fucking bitch and lets all go get fucking rich



In paradise, somewhere where the air is nice



With someone I can share my life



Where my highest rated stock picks wont plummet over night