Lyrics:
niggas ridin round wit missles
805 baby, out the mud, bitch I'm out the gristle
Know some dawg niggas out for blood they don't do the kibble
I don't even
I got this chop in my pocket like missile
Up it I spray bullets hard like the gristle
Getting this chicken, it's hot hear the sizzle
Cooking like
Ninja
Only gangster with a few
Stick in the booty ass Ninja
It's OMB to the gristle
What
You thought it was over
No boy I'm back with the shits
That
splints
Generic gristle
Compton
Cheap callouses
Moose blockade
Phrenic road
Skid road
Skimpy spatter
Testatious gristle
Gregarious deficit
Claret cup
victims
My life is like landing missiles
I eat everything including the gristle's
I bet that fye fye heal you
Don't let these enemies near you
They will
in the basement below
The ones who survive are then roasted alive, until the meat falls off the bone
The gristle and fat will be fed to the rats,
A darkness devours repeatedly
Drag them from peace
Torn from the quiet of purpose
I create chewed gristle and meat
Their sinew is soft and easily torn
soggy insides
Oozing cavities - foul necrosis of the skin
Rancid Putrilage - vile corruption of the flesh
Molten gristle - flaked tissues
Rotting
focused on the daily gristle
Dream of a luxurious recreational space missile
When I see your face,
grace the feed lot backlit and I am split
WTF OMG LOL
pickle juice drinkin'
Chicken gristle eatin', biscuit suckin', muthafucka
V8 juice drinkin', Slim Fast blendin' black greasy muthafucka
Oohh
What's
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you're chewing life's gristle
Don't grumble
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't
and I gristle
But I'm happy to know the whistles meant for me
I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't
bikini by the sea
I turn and I glower and I gristle
But I'm happy to know the whistles meant for me
I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope
Let's go get married
Branch? What?
I mean, let's get Bridget and Gristle married
Yeah, oh, 'cause it would be weird if we got married, (yeah) wow
a nigga back on his gristle
Going hard with them hammers my niggas all in the slammer
Niggas want catch me slippin' but I don't walk on bananas
I'm out
better not
Look at all this weight
No not this way
But if they ever fizzle to the Gristle
Blow the whistle,
On the swizzle its official
And we back
behind.
Trump Casino calls pontoon.
Gristle-burger, frazzled fries
end this romantic interlude.
Tomorrow morning's sweet awakening
could hardly
I'm in yo bone gristle
Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle
I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya
Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I
to the gristle
I spit it clean just like Listerine
I'm so official
That's why I'm rocking this rocking this whistle
I'm in the disco
Percolatin'
say
You can't behave
You gamble your soul away
Measuring your dreams of this life seems
Like the gristle of loneliness
Don't let the sun catch ya
Maximillion
I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking scud missile heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggas gunning, my
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