Another massive dose iand'm sendinand' in
hittinand' when i step back to the deck
sidebets kick and'em in then raise up
jet from the ivory itand's time for me
to see if i can graze the cut
just a hint iand'm shuttinand' down
ya pistons youand'll have to listen
and'cause iand'm clippinand' of the wack
bracket shit thatand's soft so go
back to the troft and put it
back next to the smirnoff bottle
where u found it from it sounds
numb has no feel an organic
synthesis did i mention this in
the last verse no i drive a fast
hearse theyand'll have to catch the
flow iand'm snatchinand' a row of burnt
corpses and hopinand' they lernt the
forces that theyand're up against the
immense in this shit will a
fist to the grill instill a fraction
of common sense you would want
providence to play a part but itand's
obvious you have no heart iand'm
protruding a pro-tracker the
proportion of a slacker is where i
store
the shit give me ya cup whatand's ya
flavor itand's juice taste it a swig of
the stew
Now that i have a deepdish spoon
niggas be attackinand' get blackinand'
eyes like racoons blew up like
balloons busted rusted theyand're
getting thrusted with them
screw drivers whoand's the livest
me and i love it when the
slug rubs another from a rusty
life they couldnand't cut it so i cut
and'em with my trusty knife
skinned alive and when deprived
of oneand's life one thinks twice
three time a lady lionel couldnand't
pay or you to fade me and'cause
i be learninand' shit makinand'
ternikits for broken english
iand'm yokinand' the seamstress and'cause
iand'm sewinand' up shit. you know
i can rip, i rest with the
hoboand's yo yoand's stay up no
mayonnaise on the cut but i can
bust it wit the mustard my
spice is hot the radish
adds this seasoning that creates
and make taste buds wanna make
dubs
of a swig of the stew
Box car 23 is my freight train
iand'm not strippinand' for the cock except
the diesel the weight gain i make pain
and
i take it and'cause iand'm humble a dirty rat
a sturdy gat is the back up for the
smack up easy for me to pack the
knack
up braggadocio rhymes iand'm bragginand'
while
iand'm lagginand' sagginand' and'cause my jeans
hafta
be lean for the cuisine who dat! dick
dasturdly could never master
me drew raps after me comes me
stop
suction cupping you got nothing
coming
but cum of burns hon. iand'm doinand' it
for my niggas in the oak-land where
i plan my escape from traits of empty
crates and busted grapes are not
part of the gomay hey just an
appetizer filet mignon but the song
is the stew
