Man I pray y'all still
Catching the heat, spill
Mash in your grill
And potato smash and your caps peeled,
Feel it?
Like a teen under bleachers
Valley girls, pep rally cheerleaders,
Sluts named Sally either
Your brain dead or your veins pump nothing
If you ain't saying Jean's bumping,
Name ain't puffing,
Suckas rain ducking
You'll be running, your frame tucked in
Pain like I'm Wesley in the King,
Say something nukka
Fuck you and the mayor
Dunk on you like a Rutgers player
Could erupt your layer
I got a luxury layer
That needs bucks to pay up
So when I jux y'all,
I'm aiming for the cummerbund layers
Son of a gun,
She's a hundred and 1 tons
Heavy, chase paper
Like my momma done named her hon
Cornflakers,
I'm roofy tall
Like I'm handballs,
I'll lose you in a booth or stall
You're a lukewarm goof-off
With loot galore
And I'll poop scoop your fans
And shoot them all
I give a damn, I'll abuse the law
Get Judge Mathis, feed him wine,
Lead him to traffic, awwww
We don't have to bust rounds
To shut the club down
She'll come for you, hunt
You down like blood hounds
Ayyo, it's Jean to the Grae
Like what the fuck now?
Cups up, now chug it down,
Then spread some love around
Triple 6 soul
With a gold whiffle bat
That I hold
And a sickle pole, taped to my back,
Your hands not fucking with mine
It's just sucking your own dick
Like I'm tucking your spine
Cry me a river nigga
They'll find you in the
Tied to a line, with a leech in your liver
On a beach with a bitch from the song
Grinding limes
With your smashed teeth laughing
While you're screaming and crying
Loose lipped,
Who figured this chick would be
So obtuse with it
To flip
This way (Hey!)
My mind sharper
Than a fucking switchblade, lick me
Don't fixate on a picture, nigga
Switch page
I'm Daft Punk
Stab you with a catheter
With an open pen and put the
Cap right back in ya
You're taffin' a life
Ain't attackin' it right
I go platinum, with no dough
And half of your light,
Listen up,
I'm Cisco
Mixed with whiskey
I know the security -
They won't frisk me
I'm made of material
That bounces off
Your mouth talks,
And the foulness crowd
When it
Deflects back and it hits your limbs
Til your reflexes slack
And you kick ya tims
It's all personal
Maybe when I'm pulling your purse strings
Cut your life short like nurses at birthings
Curse you with one less
Finger than Oprah
To Danny Glover in purple,
Your purpose is over
No soldier could stop it,
War's about to be poppin',
I'm like a broken faucet,
You should just forfeit,
You lost it
Stick a fork in you,
You're done
Nigga's with a spork in
Their lung, walk awkwardly,
I'm warning you
Before you could step to
The death of you,
Nerve of you,
Talking shit with Jean
Right next to you
Restless,
In one second
I could arrest you
Wait, I'm giving lessons on
What the best can do
Catch you
Hiding in a darkened vestibule,
Slit your neck, open from your chest,
Who's next to duel?

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