Guillotine

$uicideBoy$, CP97

Og bong killa i ain't got much to say Blue sky red eyes blunt ash in my tray Billy rippin all day ran out sus a blaze Stay stoney two devils my shoulders Ain't lonely i hate all the moaning Fat thimble i'm zoning if only The bro would text back this shit a trap Whenever i stop all i do is relapse Straight facts motherfucker what you know? See me mong as fuck moving very slow Knifes on the stove Beug stained on my clothes hoe spilled it Straight then i distilled it Thinking you critic but roll in a civic The lorry on limit (Delorean limit?) No time for the gimmicks addicted Admit it so what? Have a rough cone then The stems probably blocked Pull up the road then we see a cop stop Put the dope in my socks Ain't about to do time Lucky we ain't done the lines Got away with a fine coz the Cop was a good cunt Should hunt for the green i got no more left Smoking till death coz of all of the stress If you have a mull pad Then expect all the mess When we mong it's unkept I avoid the drug test at all costs Ain't fucking with me thats your loss $licky ridin' on that chrome Poppin' methadone 20 bitches in my home Fuck a drug free zone Stuntin' in the parking lot Flexin' on these hoes Got my Nikes out the window Blowin' on a couple O's Baby bottles by the thousand Goons in public housing knuckin' and buckin' I'm cockin' and poppin' bodies stay droppin' And bullets keep shottin' Got a bag with the dope gone up in my veins $uicide out they mind Don't make me make a stain hoe Bullhorns on my fucking forehead Lil bitch call me Mutt 'cause I'm half foreign Beat you to a pulp like a fucking orange Smoking on sour like a fucking warhead Hoes wanna talk bitch I ignore them Water in my cup bitch I'm always pourin' Pill slide down my throat Now I'm fucking snorin' meet me in your city Bitch i'm fucking tourin' Bullhorns on my head like a fucking Taurus Smoking too much pine smoke The fucking forest Smoking too much pine there Goes my fucking fortune Ice on my wrist lookin' fucking gorgeous From slicin' the slit Yeah I'm fucking morbid pockets never fat Don't need a corset Hole in my head call a fucking florist Sing me a hymn like a fucking chorus

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