Little Engine

[Intro]
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggest
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you're being done in

[Verse 1]
Call this evil intent, like me in a limo
Like the shade in these windows
Smoke gray, latest [?]
But no way they can see in though
OJ blade is a pencil
Propane takin’ my cranium
Code-name Titanium Temper
I almost swallowed my car
I call my Mercedes a Benzo
Bitch, I ball like a baby
Ball like J, but not Jaysin
Jay-Z, J as in Leno
'Cause I got a huge mansion
No, huge man chin, no man loose cannon
Too scandalous, sue Atkins
The kinda crazy you can't fix
I’m still the one your parents hate
I'm in your house eatin' carrot-cake
While I sit there and wait and I marinate
I'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary faith
And come home to find yourself starin' straight into a fuckin' barrel
Like Sharron Tate
Raised like a [?] while I narrate
Yeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin' arrow shape
I be on a higher plane in aerial space
With so much leg-room and air space on this airplane
Unlike you, ’cause you’re on a flight too but it's a staircase

[Chorus]
Now
Little engine gone
Finna vrin-vrin gone
I’m losin' control
Where the wind then blow, Marilyn Monroe
Overdid-did it though
Time to rip-rip [?]
Up the [?] didn't know
Like a win-window
Little engine gone
Little engine

[Verse 2]
I am the top-sellin', who cares?
Stop dwellin’, then stop yellin'
I'm not yellin', you're yellin'
Smoke God dammit
Fuck is that? Stop hammering
That's what it sounds like in my brain
Much as I fight to restrain
I have the right to remain violent
Any rhyme that I say can and will be used against you
Icicle things, mic will get slained
Life it will strangle you with bicycle chain
You're gonna have to come identify the remains
Wait, what?
I said my head is twisted like a red tie
Can't get a fuckin' word in, ex wife
Shut up
Success overnight like a red eye
Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy from the West side
I'm hot dog, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar, admires
And the appliances like washers and dryers
Chick ran up like "Marshall, you're fire"
I looked down and said "No, I'm not, you're a liar"
She said "No, your music"
Heard you're back with the Dr. and I heard

[Chorus]
Now
Little engine gone
Finna vrin-vrin [?]
I'm losin' control
Where the wind then blow, Marilyn Monroe
Overdid-did though
Time to rip-rip [?]
Up the [?] didn't know
Like a win-window
Little engine gone
Little engine

[Verse 3]
Dr. Dre
(Psycho) Psycho, killer
Michael (Michael), Thriller (Thriller), my flow
I go realer
My flow (My flow), still a psycho (Psycho), killer (Killer)
Hi ho, Silva
[?] idioms getty up
I think I can, I think I can
I know I can, type dope I am
Michael Man, I go right hand
In my left hand I hold mic stand
Little engine gone
[?] like Kapernick [?]
This must be how bein' hoodrich feel
Was ghetto-boy, now I ball out like Bush did Bill
Finna take you out like an outro
Bruce Wayne in [?]
Blueface meets [?]
Balboa with a scalp
Hound with a mouth full of poten

[Chorus]
Now
Little engine gone
Finna vrin-vrin [?]
I'm losin' control
Where the wind then blow, Marilyn Monroe
Overdid-did though
Time to rip-rip [?]
[?] didn't know
Like a win-window
Little engine gone
Little engine