Lyrics:
First Beat and Chupacabra
Written By Tim Lynch
First Beat-Instrumental
Chupacabra
My spirit got the mange and malnutritioned
Now I'm fat as hell
age M-I-N-T
With a diamond glist, like jewelry
You hold on, you'll see, if it kill me
All city, bound to be rich, without the filthy
My players
a trip to Club Cooter
I was greeted out front by recruiters
Told me if I go in, that I'll get tutored
On how to get down with Club Cooter
Wait, what?
with ice in his veins
My thought pattern is scattered playing Russian roulette
I'm a rottweiler, Excaliber, rock like Metallica
Got to be sargent,
the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, BLEEP wanna stick me for my cream
And it
Ay, topside topside
Bitch this gang way too good
Then I be charging top dollars
All these niggas with me dogs
Red noses, rottweilers
We in benzes not
big, fuck a piece, want the whole thang
That was what was taught by my old mane
I admit, I'm a dog for the greenbacks
Rottweiler
Self made man, never
after-hours, cheating on tests, we made the honors
Honest on the block, we'd sic that Rottweilers on them
Flaunted for bitches up in French class, wrote rhymes
purposely
God Body, I'm back in my book of life, for certain, B
Slang radiant, stadium effect, ice fang mangle and respect
Knuckle up, you hangin with vets
This is something I designed for the mind
And in the hood
You gotta be nice with the nine
Nine meaning nine numbers
I've been doing this here
Let's
the forty go screen?
I was tought to never turn down the fade
Where the challengers
She Be fukn him and then
Him ohh she so scandalous
Every time I step out
I
bread
Now I got two rottweilers by my bed
I feed em lead
I feed em lead
I feed em
Wouldn't wanna be em
When I feed em
Yeah
Drown you in lines im a title wave only pussy and tree give my mind a break who the hell let him out his Rottweiler cage by the way im pound for
there, for all my family
Lost without no recovery
D.A.'s motion's a discovery
Like a narcotic for Rottweiler, sniffing me out
Escaped from the trap but
cause I know how it be
Mad court cases and white papers, that's all we see
>From the roll of poverty but I always got mine
Flow from New York to Michigan
No sleep gangAnnotate, insomnia gang
We out here trafficking, that mean I'mma find me a lane
You wanna be celebrities, you remind me of lames
But
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