ENEMY LINES

All Of Your Lies All Of Your Shame Enemy Lines Drawn On Your Face Another Disguise Another Day You’ll Know When I’ve Gone Enemy Lines Drawn Welcome To Rapper Land Where They Shoot First But When You Bust Back Them Mutha Fuckas Never Clap Again Forget About Applause Or Ovations Low Caliber Bullets Don’t Even Cause An Abrasion I Caught A Few Strays Wrote A Rhyme Took A Vacation I Put Out The Verse Waited For Bars They Was Shaken I Was Right Im Too Nice Of A Guy Maybe Amazing Naw Im Humble In Comparison I’m Grease Y’all Bacon I Popped And Y’all Shrankin’ I Bubble Y’all Baking Y’all Alone I’m The Bae King The Hammer Yall Breaking I’m Rappin’ Its Live Y’all Making Lips Into Shapes That Don’t Look Like The Words That You’re Fakin’ Imposters Wit Mics Help These Valley **** Really Don’t Get It Youtube The Beat Then They Really Don’t Spit It Eat Up The Pussy Then They Really Don’t Hit It **** Laying On Beds Willing To Split Cheeks To Get It And I Can’t Be Swayed Cause The Vocals Be Played Not Even Karaoke Is What These Neehgahz Display You Sorry Modasocca Wishing Yo’ Mother Be Gay Cause Her Blackson Aint Nothing But A Fucking Disgrace All Of Your Lies All Of Your Shame Enemy Lines Drawn On Your Face Another Disguise Another Day You’ll Know When I’ve Gone Enemy Lines Drawn I Had Heard So Much About This Cat Honestly Geeked To Try Get Instructions From This Cat There He Stood Black Dickeys Black Shirt Black Cap Humble And Soft Spoken Man The Descriptions All Matched And I Know This Man Can Rap So For 50 Shows I’m About To Soak It In Study Up And Maybe Get Him On A Track But All Hope For That Was Scrapped When He Said After The Show Herb Maybe You Should Go And See Yo Boss Off In The Back It’s Hard For Me To Move Stuff A Pain Above My Crack The Vagina Scents Abounding Man I Know This Shit Is Cap He A Motherfucking Repo Man He Do It With The Strap Couches And Televisions Lamps He’ll Get You For Your Mac Whack That’s How He Treated And Me I’m Telling You Now Can’t Stop From Airing It Out Couldn’t See This King And It’s Foul Knew You Was Running Yo’ Mouth Shit I Was Stepping On Your Set You Couldn’t Figure It Out Yo’ Fans Was Turning Around Wizadry You Couldn’t Get Rid Of Me Only Suckas Don’t Click With Me Dividing The Kingdom Up Is A Real Impossibility Telling My Partner Ill Of Me Was A Silly Thing To Do And Filled Me Up With Fire Enough Burn Yo’ Motherfucking Village G Understand It The Lamps Lit The Puck Is Through The Pipes Goal Now The Fans Lit I’ma Bandit Now You Rappin’ For Your Life Show Your Hand Mitch You So Damaged That You Broken Up Inside Go Tell Another One I’m Manic And I’ma Straighten Out Your Life Bro And I Ain’t Talking Bout No Violence Put The Mirror Up And That's Where My Ire Sit Process It Through My Iris’ Conclusion Is That I’m Tired Of Seeing You Shuck And Jiving You Didn’t Take Yourself On Tour Simple Motherfucker I Did All Of Your Lies All Of Your Shame Enemy Lines Drawn On Your Face Another Disguise Another Day You’ll Know When I’ve Gone Enemy Lines Drawn