Rip out my tongue and still spit this shit slicker than you
As the roaches fight over whats left of the fluid I puked
If you knew what I knew you would flip like an acrobat
Back of the 'llac to unnatural habitat
Constant the panic
The stash at the cabbage patch
Left at the edge of a manic depressive pact
Grey matter faded to ever black
Ever dichotomous
Never accept an apologist
All of the hollow points aimed at the MIC tolerant
Wallow in swallowing sadness
Following Solomon
Bad bitches
Too many had too little and no fixed home addresses
Too few had too much
Threw stones from glass palaces
Shackles they made not of chain but of apparitions
Pull-up, panic, dip
Fuck this
I need weed to just function
Never co-signing with that fuck shit
I'd rather die than become a puppet
Fuck this
I'm like Nah bitch
Suck it
I been on this
Find your tomb down where the pond is
Wasn't fond of other humans
Only shadows know my ruins
So if you try to pull-up on me homie
K-O
I'ma leave em in the gutter bleeding so that they know
There are repercussions if you don't do what I say so
Better lay low
Never show face
No case, ho
Aye bitch I came in with that mask on
Run yo mouth get smacked on
Spit fire, call me Drag-On
Wanna run the fade, I'm hands on
Head in my sights you get knocked off
Ash, Evil Dead with the sawed-off
Magnificent Seven, we standoff
I been on my grind and that's nonstop
I don't think they know what I been through
Lost my fucking mind with all I been through
Call me Michael Myers with that ginsu
Like Manny Pacquiao, I give him that one, two