Kill That F*****

Liveson

The ghost

All the weed smoke bustin' my lungs, I'm in the whip

With the 8-dollar bottle only trustin' my gun

You would think I was born in the pot, the way my blood boil

Put your brain in the dirt, and call it thug soil

Flow 'til your sick of me, what up?

So if your Catholic get your Rosaries Muslims get your thicker beads

Yeah it's a rare thug

I like to pray when I'm high, the weed is my shek, the blunt is my prayer rug

P ain't got a religion, yeah,.I believe in God

But I'm harder than the cops in the prison

And I'm glad that the L.O.X. made it

I'm in the parkin' lot, gun on my waist while I get intoxicated

You would be surprised all the drugs that I operated

Come through your block, we got beef, you cooperatin'

Ghost 'cause I'm out of this world and I don't play

I blow the large intestine right out of your girl, what

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If Ghost got telepathy, the shine in the dark side

Disappear in the light, y'all want the recipe

You think I'm sleepin', dawg, this is Styles

If I'm lookin' at the sky, I'm tryna find a cloud to creep in

Come back when it rain again, you could get my drift on

Understand my science then I'ma spit the pain again

You can't sing with the angels, you chat with a demon

I'm as loud as the gat that I'm squeezin', adapt for the heathens

Told you I'm the lord of the slums

Flow is water, words is fire, I order the guns

It ain't nothing like the comin' of Christ

You wanna roll and I'ma leave a hole you ain't numbin' with ice

Yeah I'm a soldier dog

Fuck around with Styles, you ain't never get a colder war, guaranteed I'm foldin' y'all

Yeah I'ma tell you my name, you wouldn't understand

It's too deep so I tell you my game, what

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I wanna kill the world and bouncin' is my remedy

P'll go to war but I ain't got a ounce of energy

Die for my ace goons, live for the younger me

You could look in my eyes and see where the hunger be

Blood, sweat, and tears been dropped, dip your bowl in it

What would make this shit bad, I put my soul in it

Fuck you, fuck them

Y'all ain't got honor, respect the customs

**** don't want me to flip, but I don't stand still

Been made my decision, how I was livin'

A couple of years ago when I learned how a few grand feel

It's my time to grind, my turn to burn

So I'm askin' where the matches at

And if you can't answer that, then answer this

Where the fuck you want P to put the casket at?

What, mothafuckers

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