This the shit that make the street cripple
Make the dope fiends wiggle
Your chick got self-esteem issues I let her
Eat a meatsicle in the vehicle
I seem fickle, don't let the monster from
Your dreams get you my salad sauce hit the
Silk handkerchief I'm pissed
Hit Guillermo for the fish
He said "take your pick"
Trash rappers sending verses
We ain't making shit
Not even if you had cancer
And you made a wish that'd be a a tragedy
It's like I design shit when my lines fit
I'm a stylist, here's a casual tee
I gradually made my name
Synonymous with filth
Every track getting killed till
The car is milk
Smallpox on the quilt, anthrax on my quill
Cigar filled now I'm on stilts
Keep it trill
Still cop poppy's best so I got that stuff
I'm Rod Tidwell when he got back up
Show me the money prick
Or be Sigourney when your stomach rip
Hit the corpal rock a snorkel
Whale blubber dish
Used to ride on the handlebars
Of my brother shit
Now I just handle bars with the oven mitts
Cats repugnant but you're gluttons
For this punishment
Like a vato voted republican
I got the ideal product tell
Em we selling drugs again
How you like them apples?
Judges throwin' gavels
Vagrants cackle smokin' my off-white gravel
I killed em all cause I bought it raw
In the dorm turned Paul
Bunyans to Paulie Shore
You succumbing to your habit's
I ain't takin' shorts
So many cuts in the trinket
The shit came with gauze
If you compete on this level
I guess it's gettin' tougher
Lames stealin' my tape I feel
Sorry for your mother
You like Chauncy off the 40
Looking old and salty
Eating poultry I got two types
Of poultry on me
One was free the other one crossed in cabbage
One sucking the other one wrapped in plastic
(Ha ha ha ha ha)
Written by: RYAN CHRISTOPHER O'LEARY, SEBASTIAN DAVID VASCOLyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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