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WassupB? (feat. R.E.D. & GOBLIN)
by Unknown The Plague
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Kick the open the door
See the makings of my own mind
Spread on the floor
Everything R.E.D. spit is like a cancer sore
Keep on coming back like you still want more
Leave your girl drooling
Bet you didn't know she a whore
She bust back
While we rolling in the Mit
Take a lick
Now I'm tripping with my click
Im on my real thug shit
Red eyes so closed I can barley see shit
And all these wack fuck boys
Think they step to me
Im a king to these peasents
On the streets in my Gucci slides
Taking trap naps till I collapse
And relapse in the void
Where I started
Cold hearted
Light a cigarette
Section 12 always kill it
When we get lit
Watch your pockets
When we off the drow
Bitch
Watch your pockets
When we off the drow
Bitch
Hoe no
Here cometh
Unknown
Light another blunt
Then lace the dope
Ridin
Solo
Rotten mother fucker
Hoppin out the four door
I been fucking low
Now I'm finna smoke
Tryna Finish off a joe
That's my pre roll
Put a fuckboi to the floor
Call the granny wagon
Better take his ass home
Yeah I'm Black$moke
Yung Solomon
Of the dope
Ain't got no hope
Climbin up the chair
Mountain blood soaked
Tie myself to the summit
With a black rope
Hope it fucking holds
I have been stricken by demons
That plague me with sickness
Free me from forgiveness
Now I am the wiccan
Who hung from the ceiling
Truly am forsaken
I beg you to listen
And do as you're sold
Goblin on the come up
Ima make a bitch nut
While gettin my dick sucked
Lookin down at her mug like
She beautiful
Hair colorful
Shit she a nasty hoe
Prolly gettin dick on side
Like they all do
Wont hear me boo at your life from the side like these lame fools
Tryna act cool for the wrong crew
It'll take some time to get through
Weighin on the mind
Like I'm tryna write this rhyme
While blind to the plight of the innocent
Imma be vigilant
While all of you missin it
Not gettin the vision shit
Cruisin on a mission yuh
Gettin pretty heavy yuh
Swear I'm gettin high
In the air
People stair
Flip my hair
Feeling like the blair witch
You're a bitch
Gettin rich
I'm just tryna be seen
Kick the open the door
See the makings of my own mind
Spread on the floor
Everything R.E.D. spit is like a cancer sore
Keep on coming back like you still want more
Leave your girl drooling
Bet you didn't know she a whore
She bust back
While we rolling in the Mit
Take a lick
Now I'm tripping with my click
Im on my real thug shit
Red eyes so closed I can barley see shit
And all these wack fuck boys
Think they step to me
Im a king to these peasents
On the streets in my Gucci slides
Taking trap naps till I collapse
And relapse in the void
Where I started
Cold hearted
Light a cigarette
Section 12 always kill it
When we get lit
Watch your pockets
When we off the drow
Bitch
Watch your pockets
When we off the drow
Bitch
Hoe no
Here cometh
Unknown
Light another blunt
Then lace the dope
Ridin
Solo
Rotten mother fucker
Hoppin out the four door
I been fucking low
Now I'm finna smoke
Tryna Finish off a joe
That's my pre roll
Put a fuckboi to the floor
Call the granny wagon
Better take his ass home
Yeah I'm Black$moke
Yung Solomon
Of the dope
Ain't got no hope
Climbin up the chair
Mountain blood soaked
Tie myself to the summit
With a black rope
Hope it fucking holds
I have been stricken by demons
That plague me with sickness
Free me from forgiveness
Now I am the wiccan
Who hung from the ceiling
Truly am forsaken
I beg you to listen
And do as you're sold
Goblin on the come up
Ima make a bitch nut
While gettin my dick sucked
Lookin down at her mug like
She beautiful
Hair colorful
Shit she a nasty hoe
Prolly gettin dick on side
Like they all do
Wont hear me boo at your life from the side like these lame fools
Tryna act cool for the wrong crew
It'll take some time to get through
Weighin on the mind
Like I'm tryna write this rhyme
While blind to the plight of the innocent
Imma be vigilant
While all of you missin it
Not gettin the vision shit
Cruisin on a mission yuh
Gettin pretty heavy yuh
Swear I'm gettin high
In the air
People stair
Flip my hair
Feeling like the blair witch
You're a bitch
Gettin rich
I'm just tryna be seen
