Lyrics

Yo, stomp down killers forever Webby, what up? Windex, I see you Let's go Lately I been feelin' like there ain't no one as ill as I First I make the music, then I made that shit an enterprise This is dope money, you could say me name is Escobar Killin' all these rappers just became part of my repertoire Doggy, I'm a python, you'll never compare Y'all are feminine, it's evident I'll end your career (yeah) I put the smoke in the air tonight like I'm Phil Collins I got the shakes like I'm withdrawin' from pills often And everywhere I go the sticks on me like I'm Sid Crosby I got more Heat that Miami, I'll fuckin' Chris Bosh 'em I'm psychopathic, I'm doin' acid and drivin' backwards Every track that I'm rappin' on is a fire hazard So light the matches, ignite the gasses, it's the final chapter Merk, Windex and Chris Webby are just some hired assassins A kamikaze with a loaded gun, wasted Smokin' dust naked in a pickup truck faded Let's go Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain't say nothin' 'Cause these motherfuckers not like me (No) Yeah they seen their name buzzin' Now they wanna start somethin' (Lets be real) That is not likely We don't need no introduction (Motherfucker) Better leave me be Shut the fuck up when you talkin' to me Shut the fuck up when you talkin' to me I don't vacation (nope) I be in a lab on a free date Chicken fingers, LSD tab and a V8 Rollin' up the grass, puff pass like a relay Ever since I used to say phat, with a PH Mario and Bowser combined A cold blooded Italian and I'm out of my mind And listen, half of the time I'm so high I Can't believe my words actually rhyme It's autopilot, sittin' back and recline When I get a Grammy I'ma only credit the squad 'Cause we been workin' too hard to share the credit with God Shit's a hell of a job, spit flows and show dominance Pro novelist, no stoppin' this Drag 'em under like a hippopotamus and Botswana this Rap god is sick, Poseidon with the water drip Out the underground like I was found by archaeologists All we do is motherfuckin' body shit Seen 'em all bluffin' but they ain't say nothin' 'Cause these motherfuckers not like me (No) Yeah they seen their name buzzin' Now they wanna start somethin' (Lets be real) That is not likely We don't need no introduction (Motherfucker) Better leave me be Shut the fuck up when you talkin' to me Shut the fuck up when you talkin' to me Every so often I get carried away Yo what's this motherfuckers problem, why he staring at me? I swear to God that I'ma drop him, right there in his place And toss his body in the coffin, he'll get buried today Then Merk comes over, he's like, "Windex chill Man I think you're off your rocker, you forget your pills? 'Cause you ain't been acting proper and you can't sit still" Man fuck you, just pass the vodka, it ain't no big deal I'm ruthless, I'll smash your woman and I'll smash your sister And replace your dad's spot in every family picture I'm standing outside the AA while slamming liquor I piss people off just to ask them if they're triggered Are you triggered? Well I don't give a shit, really If a groupie wanna fuck then she can get the big willy If somebody want that smoke I'll tell them where the bitch killed me But don't tell me to stop being a prick, 'cause I still will be Seen 'em all bluffin' but they ain't say nothin' 'Cause these motherfuckers not like me (No) Yeah they seen their name buzzin' Now they wanna start somethin' (Lets be real) That is not likely We don't need no introduction (Motherfucker) Better leave me be Shut the fuck up when you talkin' to me Shut the fuck up when you talkin' to me 2003 shit CT to Canada shit Shut the fuck up when you talkin' to me Yea
Writer(s): Christian Webster, Brian Joseph Eisner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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