God damn,
come on now
Hey,
hey
Let's see
As I rise through the door
And I creep through the smoke
These women is trampolines
Yeah they some jump balls
Put my sack in the middle of the court
Yeah they jump balls
My feelings is light switches
I turn them the * off
Listen,
wonder why this car talk
Cause I ain't rock Wonder why I'm on this mic
Cause I ain't rock In the middle of the woods in the trees
Letting all shots shootin' down enemies My nickname is Pinebox
She got a PhD Say give me head
You wondering why Because it's wise talk
This bitch made motherfuckin' talkin' * Leave em with one good eye
Turn the motherfucker to Cyclops Grind like I'm in my 8th position
Conan seeds a hulk I got a rage and vision,
barcode
Everything I spit is a prison He want war in the vineyard
Ain't a grape that's twitchin' Listen,
wanna play the hard roll
Like his name Tony Inchstick sliced in croaker
Yeah he rag baloney Guess he mad cause his gal always bragging
on me Better ball seed my nigga
Cause you're dragging homie And * a hater
Anyone that's just like you The car you drive,
the grocery store
That you buy for your cousins,
uncles,
and nieces Anyone that idolizes you The intercom person
you're talking to at the drive-thru * em It's the A man
And yeah I came up with a great plan This Mossberg pump leave his ass
darker than 8x10s This bitch ass bitter remind me of lemonade stands
Yeah I'm dyin'
Stick a fork in it cause I'm dyin'
This rap * I'm having fun Mace, Nia, yeah
I'm the one