10.16.20
Was that a misclick? Write sick shit. Always up to mischief.
Tote the biscuit. You’re a dipshit, with lipstick.
Smokin’ indo. You’re a bimbo. You’re in limbo. Slice like Kimbo.
I’m ancient. Explain my greatness. Explain how I shape-shift. Every rhyme is simply makeshift.
Tongue twistin’ like you ate shit. And ain’t shit.
Yo I don’t fake it. This loss you’re gonna HAVE to take it.
Back to basics, cut the track.
What the fuck was that? 1 take. Like I was up to bat.
Tote the gat. Squeeze the nina. Iceman. Store the body in a freezah.
Cleaning up the blood is for the housekeeper.
I CAN be meaner.
Kidnap your dope boy runners call me the street sweeper.
Sellin’ E & H, Sellin’ the trees & shake.
Oh what a day the lovely seasons make.
Let the bass make your body quake.
It’s a holiday, get to the bars & clubs with the molly mang.
|