Pipe
• Written by PrettyBoy
PrettyBoy's Notes
This is the first serious song I've worked on, based on a crack addict. I only have the first verse down, and I wanted to get some helpful criticism or advice. Inspired by Earl Sweatshirt's 'Hive,' which is him going on about how fucked the hood is. Don't know why it's playing that song instead of the instrumental, but that's it.
[VERSE I]
Doris rules, slap a mag for all the chicken shit
Smacking spliffs and dirty grits, slither off to follow sin
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Sit and scribble rhythm next to stove to grill a chicken
Sizzle with it bag it zip it pack it for an aneurysm
Sinister toothless smiles crooked eyes and jacks to hit
Flip it over, shaky hands are taking dimes for sucking dick
Rip it in the floor and board it up where all the light get in
A cracking lock, they'll bend and stuff an ass crack like cement
Knitted cap with the seams chopped, a fiend walks, police watch,
That cigarette he burning stocked with green crop
His lead cocked, rigged to back the street spot
Bloody eyes for business, barrel to a yellow chatter box
Rotted teeth flying loose, jaws cracking in the noose
Body thrashing harder than a prison junkie's new caboose
Finger drag a baby mama just because the pussy loose
Then spitty lick the bottom of the pipe for the apple juice
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PrettyBoy
Member since August 22 2014