Lyrics:
slept on my lyrical ability to blow
Gave another nigga credit for inventing my flow
I'm a child of God, witness the rising son
From the cradle
Attackin sharks in the _Deep Blue Sea_
Aim lock on, _Goldeneye_
War in the snow storm, with double-oh on
U.K. blow your horns
Put you in, I.C.U., gettin
"Detroit listeners out there, you better be sure to stop by the
Galaxy club where there's a freestyle superfly fresh contest going
On tonight. if
the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I'm all about the Benjy's
But that bring jealousy and envy
found his corpse
In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime method, add another
Killer verse to the murder record, the grand
'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse
Aztec gold'll blow your mind away
How do you deal with a killer
Pick up a stone and grind em to bones
Made it down down by that river
Him and I all alone
(Trevle did this one)
It's Joeshmo, yeah
And for whoever listening to this song
This song is strictly for
A girl by the name of Jenna Ortega
And i'm
our lanes
Either Die or blow up
Bitch aint giving up this shit
Make em fuckin turn back
Finna give a thing about this mofo
Ever try to scale me with
the dust
Bite the dust
Bite the dust
Bite the dust
Wanting a peaceful existence but insects keep bugging me
Get her by hand her blow quick and clean death
[Bounty Killer]
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin' to let me down
And all dat, ha but I got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
fiend
I get to my goals by the morning
Wake up roll blunts yeah I'm zoning
Destined for this shit yeah I'm chosen
Yeah I get so high and I blow trees
Baby
me so
Yeah
It was death by stereo
When they dealt the final blow
Nowhere to go
I turned into a killer
I'm insane
I'll cry you a river
Down
make a strong willed nigga wane
Since a lil nigga hang with the killers and distributers of 'caine
They dismemberers of swishers then refill it with
And "why didn't 'tcha dida's"
Crippling snippets aimed at the heart
To inflame and impart blame
Framed like Mumia
Verbal diarrhoea
Creating chasms between
you
The high times come with lows girl
cnd history reminds
Crippling blows have hurt us
Scarring over time
But let's not think of hurting
That’s why I keep this 30 stick on me
When I’m creeping & sliding da’ streets
Niggas they plottin’
But I got some real killers sliding
They gone pop yo
Grew up with them hustlas
Ran them streets with them killers
If it aint about money
Then Nigga Show em who real is
Now what the fuck they done
Careful what you saying when
Them killers 'round
Glass of white Zinfandel
Call in my nigga Dell slang shit, gang thick
That shit is for sigadale
Now
act out, drink, smoke, fuck
Then black out, fuck police, got all the drugs on me
By myself, no need for Co D, on codeine
Been knocking niggas out since
by my side
If they don't come for me (It's all over)
If they don't come for me (We're gonna die)
If they don't stop the sickness inside me at
Least
homeboy with the side talkin'
He passed by and rolled the window down
Let him pass back, I'll blow the window out
Pass mine, rolled the window down
Fuck
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