"Get off the mic and get off the coke!" "On the of three" "1...2..." "one for the cuervo, two for line" "Get off the mic and get off the coke!" "Get off the coke!"
[Chorus: We came to slit your throat You came to sniff some coke Kid don't like all the rest Cuts through soul and cuts flesh
When they to scream I thought I might, geez, "Everything good as good as it seems" Get ripped like flesh, you got kitten's make a mess on your set and your dress Handle my business, or handle princess When I was younger, was no It's all effort, the sweat at the earth, cause she don't hate me yet Slug HAS to give a fuck, I better MAN, I'm just a on luck Still stuck in the mind state I grew up Still paranoid, waitin to duck, What not to get caught in the plague Got a lot to say before your ass walks away Load up one verse, let it Like a gunburst and your head sun burnt
[I Devine] Can I... run up in your Should I... bring wash like the The flow is dangerous as unguarded the streets in a project buildin' So desensitized, got no to the world, 6'4, with the 5 foot ceilings The math is inaccurate, broken dialect, ambassadors Henesey fifth to the and the blunt of this call, great food, seutures, we feelin it I be whipped, house looking show ownership we know he just a worker Makin five somethin, barely controlling shit frontin, I'ma hurt ya Now your face getting by asphalt Off a somersault, flesh in a bag of salt
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Surprise y'all, to bed My nut stains look like wet White and thick, I don't ever my lip a damn if you like my shit The box is of foxes Standin topless, the splotches Here kid, want to sniff some Rhymesayers Entertainment, we ship the Your dick's short and funny Piscopo it up, man, how you gonna stick the dough Pay me anyway, and you can have tramp I can get lady any day They gonna ban my shit Joe Camel Come off a sandal, spittin the flow ammo Believe it, get a pack of Cheesesticks And the remix
Rock] Smart for the whips, fiddle frame March for the clique, Jughead motor like a on the power cables through the ?? My slang letter dopeman pretty No free pony rides, no of kittens No fun bags to reep for Christening Little courts rainbows, and Wizards Just me shoving caine in the gash in your throat with the Middle of New York with a sack of action Cash with the school kids toke crack with Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, hoodie Both crushin with a musket to the musk of the budget And I'm a of the crunk shit YOU GET You don't the meaning of dope anyhow You probably think I'm a by now But we got more clay and more then y'all
[Chorus - 2X]
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"Good God!" "Oh my God" "God, God" "God Damn!" "God helped me change" - [Slug of "Pray to God you could be like us" - [Grandmaster Flash] "God damn...damn" - [Run "Oh my" "Lord!" "CUT!" - [James "God Knows!" "GOD GOD GOD" "Oh Lord" "Dear God" - [Snoop "and it" "God Damn!" "Good Lord"