Big N Bad

The far fetch seem shock,like drop heart rates The Swamp smell skeeze from a mile of a hurricane Tempur pedic for the knees,she can ease pain Taint for a kiss poise fish,you could barely hang Man letter wrong,cut blood from an open vein New cinderfella,big suit like I'm Dana Dane Day of change,told him die slim from the yoga flame The mask black but it bleed like I'm hittin Kane Phone booth rap,I'm with my bitch fussin in the rain Drug dealers customer service,so I can't complain My bud taste like hate,you live an angry way Yoke the collar up,skrilla back or you gettin slain Couldn't see ya luck but you show a lot of sparkle But then we reconnect like a magnet to a marble You couldn't even ball with the Horace grant googles Why the genie in the bottle think she was a role model Jujitsu, break a cracker head to the sun n moon Three feet high on cloud nine with my head loose So what the fuck I Do Architect the whole deck,bubba ray start thrashing Inspect game dirt like handprint on shot glasses I make shit quake to get the ears of the masses Call the radio n win like backstage passes She try to box the swamp to her throwing the rump Do you serve or steal checks like you Benjamin crump huh He had two wires on him like he needed a jump And got gutted by a Kano like he looking for lumps Blended in with the trees like he coming to hunt Ketchup,the hoes raised on the wrong spectrum Sound of the drum n a voodoo resurrection Women need protection like a safe c section It got real,niggas scared to step to the rear I told em who the hell I was and they open the clear You niggas should of help mystikal instead of the bear This 50 cent in my pocket came from ending careers Lose change,you can't hang at the drop of a dime I'm still looking for the gold like I'm diggin a mine Miss vibes pulled the shovel so I dug from behind It's her eyes on my eyes like we reading the mind You lie more than the country when they uppin the crimes Can a giant crush bricks,phonies cease to exist Villiee here,you missed out like you ain't on the list Not on shit yet,had to put the kicks to the fit We don't compare,you hang on church street lookin for dicks If your raps touch mine,I deserve to be slapped She slid my hand against her body like she lighting a match Satisfied the old guarantee,I made the bitch pee She looked n said boy boo,nigga I'm on BC Before Christ,never trust a hoe that ain't living right Luxury lips,couldn't hold her to a bigger height Project chick,who love to swing into a slumber fight Get this,I got away from the leachers In the hall playing Oates cause I met a anteater Oohhhh there she go,don't tell her no Fluent hoe,cussing me out in Telemundo Skillet throw,hot yolk on the edge of the stove I just walked out,still screaming out the window French fried in the party,barely holding the wall Ghostbuster,they said who you willing to call If it ain't Walter white,then you better call Saul Now watch the rainfall