Krylon

Take a step back, you busy moving behind me Way too high up altitude for you to even find me You tiny, I smack your little hiney You slimy, fuck-nut There ain't a word in this world that define me What's up? We got a runner, a roadrunner Load the chopper gunner, take him out inside his own hummer Misuse drugs daily, become a recluse Get loose, I guess that's always the excuse Magnificent sophisticated rhythm I define overdrive, go check the definition Make a precise incision and proceed with decisions To kill 'em (kill 'em all) position without over ambitious conditions This is how I do all of my operations I'm never doing anything in moderation And I never give anybody cooperation Nope, never, not once, not even on occasion I got these sucka MC's wrapped Around my finga like some rings (rings) Now bow the fuck down to the King Don't be playin' with the West Coast Super Saiyan I hear ya talk a lot of shit But ain't shit until you get to sprayin' (ain't shit) Stay payin all my bills, poppin all my pills Robbin' all the banks with my GTA-skills What's the beat, kid? This shit a banga Tanqueray up in my cup, I ain't a sanga In love with the money bags Mothafuckas spittin out shit like my white ass Rollin fast down ya block in a ski mask Lookin for a jaw to sock Where the weed at punk bitch I seen that I'm a sticky icky nit picky, ticking time bomb Swear on my mom's, yo, my shit is beyond Givin you a cold shoulder to cry on I'm in the corner with a cap on, sprayin' Krylon Infect your mind with my intellect, no indirect Attackin' I be on my best Inventing more ways everyday to keep the world upset I'm living rent free in your head 'til you snap your neck Lay low for a second then I come back up And act up on you cunts then I ash my blunt Inside your eyes socket shoot rockets that can't be blocked And every gear winded up all the way I can't be stopped The radius is infinite (Infi-infinite) So if you think that you can hide You better go find another shelter to go inside Different planets to inhabit 'cause we can not coincide On this one, I don't have a fuck to give, son Let the beat drop it keeping my feet hot Say one wrong word, you getting your teeth knocked Got you on the verge of death begging me, please stop (please stop) But I never stop shit, i'm just sippin my tea pot I Murdered the beat and drop it off on ya front porch That's the real reason why ya parents got divorced (fuck you Jared) Done more coke in my day than Scott Storch The human torch, put me out and throw me overboard Doobie lit, dooley cocked, machete in my sock Duly noted but I knew you was cop And that shit ain't gonna fly I'm a Smoked Out, locced out Sword swingin kinda guy And I'm tryna die (tryna die) Get outta line son and stay there (stay there) I pull up with mo' snow than a Coca-Cola polar bear (polar bear) Stayin dope, I poke alotta smot In the parking lot, taking up 3 handicapped spots Grab the cash up out my palace Sippin on Dom Pérignon out my chalice Trippin like Alice, straight malice Throwin off ya balance Bustin rap so fast, I give your fat ass a callus