Pump Your Brakes
Kounterclockwise
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Got a kite mentality on a rainy day when lighting is frightening when I've been drinking (I'll) never stop spitting till they put me in my coffin, whether you ignore it or listen Quick to drain any lyricists essence leaving only an organ-less, boneless, toothless, brainless bag of flesh I'm like metal objects in the microwave punching hot shrapnel in your chest Venomous lyrics, infected track. No antidote So I suggest my dude you use the back door Kounterclockwise in the front, talking loud, smoking blunts, downing shots, getting pumped The show's about to start, we tear the stage apart, the trigger got no heart, so be afraid of the dark That's when freaks like me wander the streets, looking for beef, so stay at home before we meet When we ride we ride low Kicking in your door like POPO Don't try to run, you're too slow (You) better pump your brakes, whoa! When we ride we ride low Kicking in your door like POPO Don't try to run, you're too slow Better pump your brakes, whoa! Your organ of hearing; consisting of external, middle, and internal ear Will now embark on this lyrical spark Transmitted throughout the atmosphere MC-s better beware Of my dysfunctional and unstable mental Crews get man-handled, left crippled & disabled, like me! I'll deflate your balloon mind-state and ego Ni**as be short, better stand on your tippy toes Baby here we go, strap yourselves in It's about to blow, detonate the C-4 I ignite the mic, pack the pipe, think twice I don't want no trouble but I'll shoot ya Bit@h! If you don't quit gonna break my foot off in your ass. Ni**a get! This ain't no threat, it's a promise I'm straight up serious It's about to get dangerous When we ride we ride low Kicking in your door like POPO Don't try to run, you're too slow (You) better pump your brakes, whoa! When we ride we ride low Kicking in your door like POPO Don't try to run, you're too slow Better pump your brakes, whoa! Check one, two, as I rock the mic! Mentally in flight like a string-less kite Hahahaha! Little ni**a this is fright night And they call me 'The Count' with platinum chains in your jugular veins I'm like a dog with mange when I bite, Yipes! Dr. Strange got you in range, take aim Release the hammer, the bloodstains, the walls, the windows, the ceilings, the floors Like Whodini I'm a whore from which it's like a lion when I roar Find me in the ghetto on the corner like a liquor store My spirit is torn fighting an internal civil war Full of guts and gore I'm a wreck, looking for a place to happen I'm a mess, my body's all bruised and broken There's no rest for the possessed in their coffins Just death surrounded by stress Here's the ending When we ride we ride low Kicking in your door like POPO Don't try to run, you're too slow (You) better pump your brakes, whoa! When we ride we ride low Kicking in your door like POPO Don't try to run, you're too slow Better pump your brakes, whoa! Don't try to run, you're too slow Better pump your brakes, whoa! Don't try to run, you're too slow Better pump your brakes, whoa!
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