Strawberries & Hand Grenades
• Written by Mckooo
Mckooo's Notes
Lots of metaphors and just went crazy on this beat. Hope you guys like it.
Cartoon and cereal, exactly who we stay alive
Wile E. Coyote in the room, better pray or die
when they bust through with two and nickel plated five
dimes in the cut, no diamonds on the native tribe
never thought I'd ever beg for something so material
play the Daddy Kane that blasts through the stereo
golden gun, shooters like they like they rollin up a blunt
light, stomp, smoke, then repeat, eating cereal
innocent, a ten year old playing rap playlists
angel dust, dirty hellish ground, different faces
just a boy till he fucks around with another toy
relaxed in the cut, but he cut em like a straight fit
HiiiPower, givin lead showers in the street
concrete cracks, perfect place for the dead flowers
Mama's trippin, Wile E. Coyotes in the room
cartoons, lit the stick of dynamite and then "BOOM"
it's kinda similar cause we got too much on the plate
but we can't afford to eat, but we ate, to our doom
Gramma's in the corner rockin while I'm rockin grammer
Bruce Banner when I'm wilin and drop an ill stanza
the spot is wicked, but I try to stay optimistic
but nobody piss on each other without a pot to piss in
I did not listen cause the visions were a little cruel
all in middle school, gangbanger's guns kissin
and I barely got a girlfriend, shit, is that my life
am I sacrifice for Satan, will I live to see the afterlife?
That's the harsh reality, a very sharp mentality
the underworld, police brutality ain't half as nice
immortal the technique, the Lord let me speak
got the sword within reach, and I'm slicing up the streets
like a, Ninja Turtle with the purple and the cut
strawberries and hand grenades, a new meaning of "duck"
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Mckooo
Member since August 12 2014