Cracked Black Tops

Verse 1

People going crazy when they see me at some festivals

Jumping to the front hoping they can grab my genitals

These hoes flip off their tops while they sitting on shoulders

Hear one song wear all my clothing like a fucking poser

Jump from the stage into the crowd getting hyped as fuck

Cops are on red alert causing i'm running amok

Take so many drugs it could sedate sydney for a month

Parents getting angry from all of my public stunts

I'm a fast runner so when i trip, i trip hard

When you hear my tapes other rapper's you'll discard

Blow that chronic smoke you better fuck with my crew

Only just started and we're about to break through

See me sitting on the couch with a bong and a beer

Just started but i'm ready for one hell of a career

No fear I slaughter tracks like i work at a meat factory

These rappers imitating me thank you for the flattery

 

Verse 2

Woke up from a night of drinking wipe off all the vomit

Try to buy some food but there's nothing in my wallet

Man i gotta stop buying all this alcohol and weed

But that little red guy on my shoulder makes me disagree

Write and record a song oh man that shit was good

Rappers these days man they be wishing that they could

Used be the the stalker now i'm the one who gets stalked

I guess you couldn't blame them 'cause of the way that i talked

They see me walk around the streets they ask for some pics

Gotta get used to it cause it won't stop unless i call it quits

That'll never happen i'll release songs even after i'm dead

Writing some songs in my coffin while i'm getting some head

Bitch