Butcher (feat. Twayne & Adonis)

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My name is Adonis you know this
I'm flowing like Gods
What is that right on my side
It's a blade that is ready to kill
Take my own life for the f*ck of it
Been in some ruckus bitch I bet be ducking shit
Twisting my weed until the day end
Talking that shit, you gonna meet my best friend
Take it right out and I make your life end
If you see a guy when you die
Tell that motherfucker I don't need him
I rather be swimming in the deep end with the fishes and the sea end
And all the blunts have already been domed
So you know I've already been gone
I don't know what I do what I do but I know the drugs are in my brain
Soul searching and seeking and preaching like the deacon
Party everyday like it's the weekend, lines of Puerto Rican
And blunts that we chiefing, never leaving what I'm seeing
No I'm not a human being, so the top is what I'm reaching
Every time I take a step, you lose a mile
I be getting drunk and doing lines with belligerent juveniles
I be choosing great, you just seem to choosing annihilate
And if I keep on hitting the blunt then I will never lose my smile
Twayne dawg I come to put you to slumber
I've been working like it's winter and I party like it's summer
If they stepping up to battle there's no way they can recover
Cause I'm fly as a bitch with the words and all you do is hover
The motherfucking general and the crew is just my soldiers
Bullets be flying down from your knees to your shoulders
Drink a cup a lean and my mind getting slower
Got a bitch sucking up on my dick and I don't even know her
I be living the life my homie and I am never going back
They all mad at me because they know that they flow is wack
Roll up to your couldasac, nothing and I ain't holding back
In the whip rolling back, smoking out the stolen sack
Blunts after blunts with the crew so vicious
Guns to your head, just if it seems suspicious
Eat your rhymes, lick my fingers because they all so delicious
And I can't got no time for these nagging ass bitches
Gold on my fingers, it's looking kinda precious
Rolling up this loud, you'd think I'm yelling
On the road to riches, fucking hella bitches
My time as come and I'm piecing up the stitches
It's hard being a artist, half of yall niggas just don't know
But as doors open up, I'm gonna enter them and go
Damn I miss my fro, I guess it's time for a change
High top fade, Will Smith Kid N Play
Yes I'm fucking nasty and I'm telling you the truth
Working hella hard man that's why I'm in the booth
Stunting in my tru's is something I like to do
And I always stay high because I'm fucking with the view
Standing on top, God damn it feels great
Me and Twayne killing beats all day
Eyes Chinese because of all that haze
I'ma keep rolling blunts man that's everyday

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