Cerebrial

The salt has lost its seasonings, emcess has lost their reasoning..

this clip you see me squeezing in...removes oxygen when breathing in

..Grew up admireing.. the type of gats cats were fireing....aside from

mercenaries, I don't know who the fuck is hireing..cats like myself

wit notches , I wear gallachers ..I stay burying mobsters who

sing like operas...I lit up this one Sinatra ...eating pasta...looking

proper....que pasa.......now he's a phone call from Hoffa inside

Davy jones locker. well known.you know my nails grown from

from the cell phone..trapped inside of hell zone waiting for the bell

tone , exscuse me, I meant dial..theres no denial about my trial

my gat had so many hits I just know it went viral.

 

BITCHES ask me all the time..Blackman, what the fuck up? you be

acting like you stuck. my hairline need a touch up..Bitch..go home

gets ya bucks up..and I might slide thru.

 

One bytch said..shyt..I got soo many skeletons inside my closet,

where in the fuck would hide You ?

I like all eyes on me, specially side 2.....passion for thugs

had me smashing the clubs...Aint no luv in this rap.game..just ski masks

and gloves....and a bunch bad bytches that might give hugs

then leave yo ass somewhere on a Cyprus Hill looking older than Muggs

.Lets just B. Real..... On Average I savage..i useto sabotage a Married

niggas

marriage and take the bitch back to the Barracks..promise her 40 karats

then hit deployment fighting arabs ....overseas..similar to veitnames

a little trees and less fine bitches to squeeze..hold up..soldier..at ease

I cant even blame this shyt on weed..i never inhaled ...that Bill- shyt never

fails to amaze when I blaze...Who let this Lion out his cage..shit..i

cut my hair, got tired of asking bytches..would you Braid ? now

I rock the ceasar..real low bae bro...my wrists soo fucking icy

they be calling it grey snow.