Antifreeze

Braa...braa braa I got a fuckin' glock in my pants, yo It's airsoft though so don't worry about it Let's get this fuckin' beat Yuh Young Eli up on this track Up in this bitch, up in your bitch Let's get it, yuh I gotta fan Up in my room Makes it all cold Makes it feel like a tomb I am your dad Here is some proof DNA test swimmers in your mom's womb I'm not no fad I'm here to stay If that makes you sad Get a taste of this K My dick is an eel I call it morey You can't see its face It's wearing a lampshade Tokin' blunts smokin' runts Better run gotta gun Got your son I'm gon' have some fun With your B at tea try to flee from me I'm the last thing you'll see, dead meat Onna track with the mac I stay strapped You'll get clapped issa wrap don't take no naps Got a bong dick is long stick is strong suck my dong Sorry to all the people I've wronged I go to school, I'm studying psych suck on my tool, or else take a hike 'cause someone else is, or someone else will It's your little sis, bet my bottom bill Time to break out the saws, maybe the knives A torture device? Maybe pluck out your eyes Should I start with the ribs Start with the sternum Stick splinters down inside your fingers and burn 'em Wear a mask movin' mass driving fast Bussin' gas eatin' ass 'cause you know I got class Miles up in her muff finna run a muck For a buck she lemme fuck and put it in her butt Balls blue shaft lubed new shoes they're used Checkered vans she a fan dumped her mans for my ham No glove no love no dove dandruff double-stuff Me and Matt finna put it in her guts Smokin' the ganj' up in the lodge Your broad chained up in the garage I think I'm sly; facetime my wives My name comes up Big Dick Daddy Eli Sippin' lean, got me geeked Check the bottle, Antifreeze I close my eyes I go to sleep I won't wake up for another week Spark the blunt in the truck hard as fuck Step to us you'll get cut in the gut You survived? dumb luck Not next time razor fine put a slice in your spine Gonna die by design I'll just wait and bide my time Robbery you're a flea quarantine break your knees Brain bleed I can't read! Put you six feet under me With my cute hoes and they cute toes Got Oreos; Pacificos White jeans, you know what that means Wet pussy and she rides your dick mean Onna scheme to blaspheme I'm the new God just gotta get seen Fanned with leaves, like a king No ice on me I need some rings Get ya hoe at the door Pussy flowed mopped the floor She had more she had more but I got too sore Needa shave and behave ride a wave dig your grave Make you save make a save someone booby-trapped this cave Write a rhyme stage a crime drop a dime with my slime on the line Sip tequila with the lime They call me Hung Thug; I didn't pick that nickname myself I earned it when I gave your mom a hug And she had her hands all over my belt I'll squash you like a bug Or I can make your life a living hell We already used up one rug Don't make me go search on the clearance shelf I'm at Home Depot I might as well make a coffin Your wife gimme deepthroat From the cart while I'm shoppin' I hate her head; she's tentative, and she lacks focus So instead, I fuck her brains out until she's boneless I give her pipe it's quite a sight I go inside with all my might I break the lights it's dark at night I'm the Dark Knight I take flight 818, catch a case, do the race, sniff cocaine That shit laced, conscience fades RIP laying in my grave 909, SD time, feelin' fine, runnin' rhymes Shuttin' eyes, tellin' lies, can't believe that we survived And I'm done makin' runs That was fun, where's my hun Big ol' buns, better run I'm out this booth I'm goin' dumb Goin' dumb