Lyrics:
to compose and chill
Be careful with ur words
Anybody can be on them pills
I got dangerous dreams n nightmares like meek mill
This fucking pandemic got
stopped me from gettin' busy
I'm a freak
I like the girls with the boom
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom
I'm crazy.
Allow me to amaze thee.
so study how I write it
Got sappy little rappers sat in corners crying
With the pen, I'm magic like Houdini was
Feed me grapes off the vine and roll me
Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the Hoover
I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your
the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot
Yo, I'm like Grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage
And I got this magic, want to make your puny soul
bam, tha chill
Mc eiht in the house
And we know your muthafuckin' residential spots, geah
[tha chill]
I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks
when I'm tearin' up the cock
Yo the title's Mr. Fuck up so I figure that I'm fucked
Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is
a corndog
She said she got a boyfriend but he is more corny than a corn cob
Please don't get it twisted cause I am not a door knob
That man mad he not as cold
'em make Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC
I never killed a bianca with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet lookin' crispy
One, two, funk igniter plus
(Yeah)
Comin' at ya at thirty degrees, Fahrenheit
(Ha, ha)
The heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin' ready
To get busy
back
And I didn't even smile
0-60 in 28 we always leave in style
Sonic boom like Guile
Road rage got me hostile
Boydem still ain't got me on file
Wow,
time
Im frozen
Frozen, like I'm stuck in time
Resurrect boom bap
But I'm not EMT
Ima MC' thats nasty
Wit flavor you see
Like a chicken in the oven
back
Grimey, tell an MC try me
To me, you're just gas so
Light the match and boom boom, bye G (boom)
Bruddas over deh suh don't like me (huh)
I
Where my I phone, right here
Where my weed at, right here
Where my girl at, right here
Got a bag too, that's quite clear
And I don't care about your
the block suburban style
Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out
Yo, you think that you fucking pro?
On the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage
somethin?
Got the nerve to call yourself an mc, man you be frontin
I don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh
Go back to school, learn some concepts and grammar
for your sorry set
Ain't dead yet
Just label me a deadly threat
Get boom bam on the mutherfuckin phone
Get the 19 shot cause nigga it's on
I know
woah bro I told you no you don't recognise the godly presence.
Gotty-no-shoddy-sawn-off-shotty-from-some sketchy-Sketty connect you got from New York
deny that
Told her "meet me by the spot where all the food and lights at"
Slapped her skinny boyfriend and it sounded like a hi-hat
I'm just playing; I
'm in the zone, and lyrically gone
Got the spot blown, BOOM! Oklahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me
My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
I
I'm lonely but it was supposed to go a little bit like Hi I'm one of the best MC's on these streets and that's right wanna fight - my name it goes
Yo Shaolin sling, come on raise the sword
Charge, they all crowd from the Black Fist
I got fudge in my mouth, they say that'll let your own wrist
the system like me cause you know that I run that solar
Mic controller the way i switch so quick
The styles so sick that it’s got bipolar
The way split your
told her, "Chill, Gunther, get in your place"
Tried to call me by my government I spit in her face
Where you know me from?
(Yo, state ya name, ya
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