I bet you sweatin' bullets from under the ray(beam)Ĭause my penis and my pistol do sorta the same (thing) Think it could be so wonderful, run with the A-(team) If we spinnin' out of control, ya know I'm rollin' a planeĬes so entertain(ing), Never sick with the Gan(grene) Livewire the game, prolly kick a hole in ya brain Where many have passed on, only I've remained If they don't know why, they can blame the flowįrankly a fraction of what you find in my brain Sniffin' out the lames, I came with co-signageįlame, don't buy in the game, Kobe Bryant Rain down parade style, confetti the flag flowin' Hah, What I'm tryin' to see is some steady cash flow I could leave it to beaver, be the Eddie Haskellĭamn, now I'm comin' off like a petty assholeīut it's better than buyin' beers for Betty Bashful Now I'm swimmin' in dirty women, let me backstroke I swear to the god of war, I'll never tour free No matter how much she push, it's never gon be In the back of the venue, she puttin' pressure on me Run up in the spot, eyes freeze on my frameīad bitch, heaven sent, hellbent on hookin' up Livin' by the sword, my strict diet is by the gunĬlaimin' they not pussy but wet as vagina comesįeelin' fresh off the bus, big trees on my brain My vibe hummin' it come from inside a dyin' sunĪdded to the Saturn moons, Pythagoras find a sum Wavy, I battle goons, you mad at whom, you outta tuneīut I ain't worried, they versed me inside a padded room While he's takin' warning shots out the eye of an iron eagle The radio don't even give us no play and we don't give two shits ![]() Work the word thin, use Rittz for toothpicks I'ma invert the crucifix, feast on a virgin Set the pages to flames, your lord is a lame, look Slap the fuck out the Deacon, he's reachin' for that book ![]() I fling blood on a door, whisper prayers in reverse I'm a heretic and never pray to a rap god They're miniature, many troops in need of a medic, they better rap gauze With a grunt, while I murder in mini troops Put hearts in a jar then swallow the whole jarfulīlind marksman in a ghillie suit, let off What the fuck y'all want, with a nigga with no marbles The flow's Tyson, livin' fear in the sound bite Paint my face now you're hearin' a clown right?
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