Wit the Butter Screwed

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Killa Chronic

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Maan can I get a hand
A Snare drum or a clap
So my bars could stick a landin
Melody I beg of you please don't ever abandon me
For another instead help me make em understand
Whether off the
Maan can I get a hand
A Snare drum or a clap
So my bars could stick a landin
Melody I beg of you please don't ever abandon me
For another instead help me make em understand
Whether off the
Maan can I get a hand
A Snare drum or a clap
So my bars could stick a landin
Melody I beg of you please don't ever abandon me
For another instead help me make em understand
Whether off the dome or not I always got a plan
I mean what I say I say what I mean
Rhyming cake the difficulty comes right in between
Spending countless hours trying to finish up a scene
Making a transition polish it to get it clean
Like brushing my teeth gotta make it a routine
Hustle gets the green nothing comes convenient
Except for sweets and forties someone gotta intervene
Recently a genie came to see me in a dream
And hit me with an ingenious scheme
To take over the planet
Keep it bangingkeep it bold and keep it balanced
Well I will keep it Maximil
Keep it killa chronic
Shoot for mass appeal
I was in a rocket landed in a field
Miles and miles of cannabis and pretty daffodils
And it's up
So high up that it's stuck
Just my luck lightning struck twice and what
A coincidence no instances
Of me letting you get through this
A lyricist I'm fresher than sierra mist
I'm in a stairway bitch
I'm heading in a building
Make it easy or I'm forcing it
Get in my way you get twisted up like contortionists
No portions are split with those opposing the chosen
We either roast them on the stove or they get thrown in the ocean
I'm coastin off this dro
Sinning with women you thought were saints
If you would go getter then get it but you probably can't
If she ain't jumping on the wood She could walk off the plank
I'ma call her acquaintance
I ain't got time for complaints
It's killa Chron might see me with your mom
Might spend the night and get her wetter than that Schlitterbahn
You're as sweet as Cinnabon
I'm like a ticking bomb
Go off at any time
Mr. Maximiliano
You looking for some help Looking for a medium
Some Puerto Rican rum
'Cause I got you feeling dumb
Look I swang and I swung Knocking out the helium
From pumping up your chest
And moving them speeding gums
You a bitch
I'm talking straight broad
And when they hear you spit
They say don't quit your day job
I said I'ma go hard I'ma go fed
Went to Houston for the syrup Mix the code red
Blessed to be a Texan but I'm San Antone bread
Tortilla wit the butter and a braud with good head
Said I'm blessed to be a Texan but I'm San Antone bread
Tortilla wit the butter and a braud with good head
Blessed to be a Texan but I'm San Antone bread
Tortilla wit the butter and a braud with good head
Said I'm blessed to be a Texan but I'm San Antone bread
Tortilla wit the butter and a braud with good head
And it's like that

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