Wedding Shells Adil Omar (Ft. Bun B)

[Hook - Bun B]

Let's make it pop just like a wedding shell
Let's make it pop just like a wedding shell
Let's make it pop just like a wedding shell
Let's make it pop just like a wedding shell


[Verse 1 - Adil Omar]

I've got my phasers on stun
And if I live just like my daddy I'll be dead at 41
And there's no cure for these genetics
I take no measures
In a land of cricket bats
And gods and generals and guns
Black label, Hitchens' portions
Little green bag like I'm Mr. Orange
Robin Hood with a fist of fortune
Mother Teresa; kiss the orphans
Heal the sick like a feudal Jesus
My skull is a pool of secrets
Fuck a thulla, corrupt policemen
Gave me beatings cause of who I eat with
Make bonds with the arms of henchmen
Charlton Heston gun collection
Laid out in the bedroom, I shit you not playa
Tons of weapons
And a hun's aggression
Gangsta rap be my son's obsession
And stay addicted to seduction
But that's just one confession
Here's my one concession
Can't stay sane in this one direction
Can't face pain, man, fuck depression
Sip this poison; love and blessings
They say the mavericks get sent to hell
So make that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell