Hoe Cakes
• Written by Issah
[Verse 1]
Freaky people be drinking henney 'till they sleep
Me? Slip three sixties, and a mickey please
Keep sippin 'till I start pissin' wheat
Buy a distillery, and market hard liquor to the streets
I'll turn you're dreams to misery
And you're sins to history
And vikor vaughn just got his victory
Wrote it down in the books and the rest is history
Twelve jewels on my fingers,
Don't you see, you did not get what i was referencing
And every bar, i get more threatening
And with popcorn, I am known as the kettle king
Rethink before I come after you're offspring
I Mean, I'm just offering,
The dawning of the reckoning, imma be the best by seventeen
[Verse 2]
I got this girl and she wants me to duke her
I told her I'd come scoop her around 8, she said "Super!"
Sounds great,She turned on the radio but it's overplayed
30 pounds of Spokane and she like "Super"!
Bought her a new white tee
Now I spit so hot I could burn lucifer
Crucifier With a crucifix, I wonder If she'll hang him,
I doubt it, This ain't halo but I had her crouching
I posess the youth fountain, And I nicked a couple cannnons,
And they got me wilding, While I let the money keep piling
And I'm bringing the resurrection to the rap game,
We got that red dot at ya head and i ain't talking acne
I strap my seat belt as she keeps on fastening
I wonder if she knows if i'm procrastinating
But i'm translating, Fake things into really big rings
One for everybody on my team
I'm colder than Some ice cream
In the middle of antarctica, trust me, i will slaughter ya
Oh, you a real G, I never thought of ya
Lyrical Foreigner, Heart of a soldiers touch
Got these kids bobbing they head like a concussion
You beating me, ain't up for discussion
Word on the street is that you buzzing
And he smashed and found out it was his cousin
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Issah
Member since May 25 2015