Ice Dicks

Pick 'em off, ye, music's like a duck hunt Title match, tidal wave splash on you daft cunts Count 'em up, rappers making tallies of they have nots I'ma make some shit that I can pass down to my grandsons We don't give a fuck, (what) your mamma says you're handsome (What) but here's a beat to make you mean mouth your grand mum Bitch please like a motherfucking anthem And I don't feel sorry, look, I even spared a hand gun Powerful, and I'm only messing 'round a little bit Gotta make ya ill, feel sick 'til ya spill shit That's how it goes, all I need's a couple bricks to build with A couple bricks and I'ma build myself a pyramid Look alive, I've been wrecking crowds since back in high school Town hero, rain down on em like a typhoon Fuck ya thinking man? Bragging is my right Got a phototype for my people to get hyped to Come on On some crazy shit, other rappers baby dick Pussy talk, lady bits, fuck 'em all lately it's Like all that shit gets eighty-six, wipe 'em out, wipe 'em out Hold up though, they baby bitch, they hidin' out, they hidin' out But we on a higher route, we the type that's wylin' out 'Til they beg us, 'til they plead us, "Put that fire out" I'm about to burn 'em down fire mouth I've been singin' competition, they just lie about it Go ahead, do your worst, I won't button my lip First to tell ya that you never bump as large as my shit Caveman, banging out these beats hard with my fists So cold, you don't know we got ice dicks Watch out now I'm over here, try and catch my drift Runaway train, I could crash through and I hit Oh what, you didn't know? Pigeon hole's alive-ish Murder, murder heat that make you leap from the hypeness