5’9 flow

 

Buy a ticket to your favorite part

You a chicken to a dangerous shark

Hammerhead bitch to a killer whale

You smoke bammer, lead by pigs to jail

You broke, stammer then ya kidneys fail

Hope you’re enamored, I’ll stick ya tail

Woken in glamour, I’m sick as hell

Soakin’ in camera lights, rich as Mel

Ordering a sandwich like I can command Stevie Nicks when she sit on a towel at the beach

More time in sun’ll dam a vamp bitch, ain’t no fan of Fleetwood Mac, Hoover don’t leak

Bored with your album, a vile cow dung from ya bowels could cook classic groovier beats

Sore is your ass on acid still moving glass, sass and hash you still tryna push ki’s

You never made it out the drug game, spoon fed by buddhist parents, go smoke ya tree

Whether not ya faded, wanna be thug ‘mane, ya too dead, who is carin’? not thee

Finding one to post bail bout as likely as seeing Crosby’s team try to fly free

Mind the gun, don’t wail and shout ‘less Cosby gave ya diphenhydremine

Kinda fun they think to take drugs from users say die fiends, hide ya dreams

Why ya puns so fake, I’ll break mugs, dumb losers they cry streams fly fishing

Try askin mum who gon make it, I’ll bruise ya in MK fatality die unseen

Rye-sippin’ bastard bum moocher stay limp if ya ask Don & Kay what the drama mean

Die dripping blood from they ears when the limit removed from the master of voluming

Drunks end gymnastics, they plaster who bringing earthquakes

cuz you know shaky Jim tried to drop the beam

Die for the funk Big ain’t whack, it was all a dream

Call me Big Poppa the mop head, my dollar green

Pigs tryna stop ya for bread, tell ‘em swallow me

Won’t get this locker, dawn dead this ain’t Halloween

Tarman retarded want Tina’s brains, dieting

Tarzan and Kala saw Clayton hang violently

Bar and a zan, smoking greener Jane go brag

‘Bout quality shit while my thuggers are rioting

Fall on this dick tell your bitch fuck a dire being

Stop sticks we throw on your street, get flat tires, see

Though we ain’t cops, we will take this shit violently

Hop on your car with a bat, check your vitals we

Don’t give a fuck about you or your privacy

Don’t hope for luck, we gon’ force feed ya dice or bleed

You and your friends with a vice round your heads, ya scream

 

[snare stops]

 

Circumcise ya dull a tip point

Tryna fire 9s pull a wrist joint

Scrawny noose tying bitch hop a window again suicidal annoyance, you kid’s toy

Said you failed, stupid idol bitch poise

Try screwing yourself, little boy

But this time you wake up in a fiery blaze, learn to enjoy my glaze getting dicked on Berith’s loins

 

[snare continues]

 

You think this a game, we don’t flip coins

But we’ll punt you again, yeah we kick groins

Smoke a blunt, send ya down there again

going off of the grid like we just fuck with Rick’s Roy

Broke in ya house, woke by sick noise

Ya mope on the couch, bet ya miss Troy—I’m Paris of Greece bet you’d know what I mean like you Menelaus hating on Eris for discord

Psyche!