She Dancin

Coming for your brain

Bitch I ain't no zombie so my shit is not here to entertain

"Do you want to go home or go to Jail today", Alonzo is my name

Rolling on a expedition but nothing safe, not even a seat belt can save me from crashing my brain

I should've known from the frist time i talked to you you would never change

Know all they do is carry heavy hate

These motherfuckas pass out, leave in them body crates

Had to open up a window, cause with that bullshit added; that body sank

I am a living book, wonder what you gain

Blessed are the evil, blessed are the real either way you still get slain

R.I.P special spot with your name,

That shit is everyday, never know when you get smoke like a ash try

 

 

All i ever wanted was to be the best, tried to knock me off like final four

I am hunger so I'm that killer at the door

Don't believe in fantasy, so I don't put up mistletoe

I belive in fire department rules, stop, drop yo shit and if a pussy hating lay low

If they hate tell em they blessed they just need to recharge they need a halo

Trying hung low, cut em off like a hangin toe

I was born in December so i should be good at noticing when niggas cold

Call me mister rogers i can reach all of y'all

Traffic controller thats what they call me,

i can have you on pause, slow down, and on go till the wheels fall off

I'm like bane i make plans on the underground