Crash
Da Staff
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Locked and loaded I cannot control it On my rock and roll shit Thoughts compulsive Running wild with it Ganja got me floating F*ck a Xan Don't need no no pills bic and blunt I'm faded Air it out Stuck here way too long feeling constipated Type of shit to nod your head to Cranium banger Funnel cake like its fair food Stendo' middle fingers "Negative nah affi time o day" We don't let it linger Listen close I know my time coming And my faith the anchor Less sins in the blessings when you lookin at the word Triple meaning if you go inside your soul and search Dig it out its trauma in you dawg for what it's worth And love is not a foreign object we don't deserve but Can't get too deep Bag back give me two feet Jottin' in this loose leaf Mobbin' with the crewski' Staff on deck when they see is they be terrified Until you bitches six feet in the dirt I ain't satisfied bitch Eazzy um are we really gonna have the producers start this Alright But I got no gun And that's no fun But that don't mean I won't make you run On the beat with the heat to the lyric sheet Will I skeet like the Meek then you'd call me weak I done saw what I've seen and I seen what it mean That a dream ain't a keen to a conscious thing but Now I'm looking for the meaning of life Through the bottom of a Styrofoam Sprite Gyrated scoped you on sight 360 nose copes hits with my insights That probably went on over ya head Like I'm going nowhere But I'm instilling the fear Like every rapper you hear Is you just deaf in da ear Y'all don't know what to feel I think I know what you need You need a verbal machine To sell you poison and lean While they cant even speak Just Mumbles McGee Ignorance you see That's a travesty Well all along you been singing they song Their demonic cult Is getting too involved Until this fucking Worlds dissolved And you're not involved Of course it totaled y'all And y'all knew the odds Even though sport's evolved Because it's Gaia's call And not our fault That we gonna fall Like the wrath of Saul To each is own so keep illin' We gon' teach ya how to get busy To eat ya up or let live my decisy' L-L-L-L-L-L-L wet willy Behold the merry pranksters finna' fool Ken Kesey King Beak the one that flew over Feeling kink is key Let me be the first to tell ya Right now we're making our first milli' Pick it apart Epic guitar riff from the heart Sinister spit the temperature to split a star What's that on the carpet Blood spot like a hickey mark Spilled the silly spritzers at the hippie party Flying high again like Ozzy So lit I don't need coffee Been still but since I started moving this cracker along came Polly Ecstasy without molly The upset of the year When Holly got Rhonda Bop to this stomp it out Hit ya shimmy when the beat skips Both feet in Never skipping a click Imma make you dance like your tripping Don't say I didn't warn ya When I break your ankles with a bar And you just catch yourself still in rhythm Been going easy on ya So you better get a grip before I speed it up a little Quick as the devil's fiddle I will never quit on the mission Growing and healing and howling and building and just praying on a heaven on earth That's hoes in the dirt I see what y'all doin I'm bout' to kill this shit Yo yo yo No seat belt peddle to the floor go crash big dummy Metal to the door for that cash all we know is get money But we not those do things more copacetic Consistent with the hot flows constantly so don't forget it He sick don't need the medic On the choke don't need the Heimlich One direction where we headed Up in smoke how ironic Where did you find him like I just appeared up out the blue I know I look ground level but check my mental altitude Yeah I'm high as f*ck Looking fly that's duck Go head and try your luck Nigga' we stay fired up Who looking like us Who do it like we do These dudes is C-3PO and R2-D2 An infection no injection Lyrical needle Some sort of plague spreading through all of your peoples Off with your head I tell you my weapon is lethal Time for bed lights out its curtains none of them see-through The walking dead I'm the king of this shit Ezekiel Out for this bread rye pumpernickel honey wheat too Down the middle four-ways all of us equal Eyes chinky all day and still can see you Duck-Bo be killing shit who do it like he do More juice than Michael Keaton when he was that beetle Mothafucka'
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Written by: Brandon Hauck, Don King, Eric Sam-Clarke, Paul Snover
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