Wait in town and tell the people
About this musical disc coming your way
Uh-huh, uh-huh
You, you, you, you, you, you
Rules the nation
This should be played at
High, high, high, high, high, high
High bar, yeah, high bar, yeah, high bar, yeah, high bar
Monster, man, Rocco
Your big homie stepped in with the wretched
Plus I crept in with a weapon
Don't be the send button, get pressing, get the message
A cool hair, a cold bloodedness around me
Now we know we smooth, yeah, but so rugged
It's astounding, oxymoron
Let me explain, I love people
On the other hand, *** people
I don't trust people, stay to myself
The lonely stoner, I kid-cut people
Day and night for bitch-assness
But without people
Rule up the weed, fool
I could be one evil son of a people
Be bitch if you want me, fool
D-Eagles for D-Evils
The devil got a restraining order on me, fool
I'm a monster
Walking contraband
Stomped your man back in the days
He's still scared to laugh in his face
We out here getting this *** a-fastening
Anybody get in the way
We let the metal thrash
Since you poor, tired, full people
You're going to die
Cruel biography, the fifth Toy Story sequel
We double-bass, drum-punch people
Metallic acts, sprayin' anthrax
Laughin' at you, se-bu-du-da
Se-bu, dark evil
Slayin' goats like Santero
Causin' mega-death warfare
Crash metal, brass devil flowin'
Knowin' only death is certain
You bull***, I'm pullin' strings like Cliff Burton
Cursed veteran, adrenaline junkie
Haunted by the image of our own slow death
Hell's 12, I'm a monster
Monkeys, pro-blunts, deep Hennessy, etc
Bully from Rocky
Mentally irregular
Codex of the Brooklyn dough
Gold and Arrow
Go ahead, I'm causin' terror
Bone непtera
Pilter, Skeletor, Furious
Bully it
Where we take the game
All serious
epoch football
Holy God
Hardcore Raps to the atmosphere
You're all about this rap ***, trust me
Hardcore, hardcore, hardcore, trash metal Hardcore rap, feel the atmosphere
All about this rap ***, trash metal Hardcore, hardcore, hardcore, hardcore, trash metal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
EQ, EQ, EQ, EQ, smooth the hustle, smooth the hustle
Yo, I'm keepin' that moolah stackin' Niggas like, yo, smooth what's happenin'?
Sittin' in that new blue Aston That *** tell you dudes was crackin'
Used to move that crack with a crew that clap Count how many fools that my dudes subtract
Most of my times I renewed on packs Y'all do the math to that ***
And to all the hustlerettes I've known Don't worry about who I bone
Especially when I'm from that apple Don't worry about who I phone
My flow psycho, I know why so I show why the boys so cold
Hee-haw, life's a trifle cycle I enjoy the stroll
On me front like he's a bull
I'm hustler, never mind that gig cake And today you a CEO of Corrections
You a silent and inmate I was wildin' in them days
Violent better give way Violence where the kids stay
Hammer cock, you playin' a cop I'm down here, hit me
I ain't got no gun, then I use my knife Get poked up with that joint
I ain't got no knife, then I use my hands My knuckle game on point
First one to put y'all on that hustlin' And the damage it can do
While the blue niggas took that *** and ran But I just ran with it and blew
A little quack over three, all vice, part of the stage
Bustin' blocker, demons manifestered
North of the house, I'm probably an angel I see a bike that stings my teeth
And tell me that hell awaits me He grabs me in the blinds
And the mind is locked in Ready to be released
On defenseless men and women Satan in the blood, Charles Taylor's nervousness
As if I'm alive or dead Even in death my nerve will be felt
Cut me with a knife, let the blood drip on a pentagram
You're talking about the devil The neger here was set by him
Or if he thugs take advantage of the Ϝy Mobile phone, would you go ***ing see him
I'd leave this ***ing place, after I'm done Shut posse, ***ed up, beaten up
Dressed up and loud Well I'm depending on prescription
On forged medicine I guessレ
No heart rate, brain cells are burnt away origination
One later a mohawk, but slow motion I'll never be seen by scaled-up people
Rhinoceros, bacteria and young kanji Good luck.
I'm a cook, I'm a cook, I'm a cook
Trash little, trash little
I'm a throw a rap to the atmosphere
I'm a buy this rap ***
Trash little, trash little
I'm a cook, I'm a cook, I'm a cook
Trash little, trash little
Trash little, trash little