Mr. No Luck

Soon as I hit the basement

I practice ligament replacement

Spit out my lyrics til they resemble mad Haitians

No patience, like a empty hospital

I spit fire like a fire breathing animal

So you never want me to battle you

I'll dismantle you and a friend or two

Definitely if the rent is due

You think broke is funny until it's you that's goin through

I was born rough, I left scars on my mothers pussy

So when these stupid niggas talk shit, I handle they funk like I'm Tussi

No wussy niggas allowed while I'm smoking on this loud

You never heard of a sweeter sound until you've been high as a cloud

I'm chilling with Jesus

All the apostles that tried to preach us

No wonder they couldn't reach us, we all trippy like Beevus

But I get head, I bust lead, no infa-red

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Now I'm the high guy that can divide, I divide your head and your bread

Call it cliche when I fuck you up

I do it on the norm, the life of someone corrupt

Just call yourself stuck when I pull up in the truck

With the pump on my side, and my nine Mr. No luck.