1:] Hey yo you ready? I'm ready right, the fast life Getting almost every night My mind is deeper than the featured on Barry White I'm not the type I make acidic to get the candy tight I'm flattered at all the and comparisons To the great, soon to see me on Madison sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins I the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi Outdoors my sport vest, leather on the shoulder Hold the rifle in place, knife in face I'm out the world just like a lightning in The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the of grapes
This is madness, madness Rapping like a bandit, serving my Singlehandedly slam you to the Marijuana leaves are wrapped just like a bandage
2:] Fuck the love, I want the and the pussy Brazilian bitches, tatted on their tushie You're a man dressed as a woman, call him I'm the corner a hooker playing footsie Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, shrimp We eat steak, wine and plate [?] the name is ringing out in each state Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet My feet slide just like a hockey Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake Sucky sucky, happy shower Wifey making dinner, I'll be home an hour Crush the sour, dutches the Netherlands My skills is undefeated yo you'll never win I bring the devil in, over his benevolence Polo fitted with a grip
This is madness, certified Rapping like a bandit, my advantage slam you to the canvas Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a
3:] I wash my in the sink right when I wake up Twisted from the before raw inside a frightening whore Hop in the and go for breakfast Fried eggs and prime that's straight from out of Texas Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just the brisket My is golden brown just like a biscuit I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics Or use the milk to eat my Crispix feed her coke for a dick suck Put a fucking roman up in this bitch butt Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Pop a hole through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her (Yeah damn, yo yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck) This is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars Or the sex I be having though I hate my baby mama always drama, she got too much time on her hands Watching steady planning a plot on your man My are open like an owl though Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour But if I die the hour go Just place the on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho fixtures, [?] by the coliseum Guns from Russia, I turn em to a Cop the work they bagging coke interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road To the or to the ankle where the jacket go Master flow word now so I got to blow I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder I'm top if I'm lying may they slump me over