Roach Powder

By Boxguts

On G U T S

Released on February 28, 2015

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Bars and cuts darker than carbon dust

Pardon us, in here we're just barging up

C'mon most marketable shit just ain't hard enough

And we're starving son, let me not get your discarded crumbs

Carpets spun when this dickhead bogarted blunts

Marksman hunts for his target and starts to buck

Wanna become an ingant mothafucker like I aren't one

But I'll be damned if I'm shot by a cop pulling out an orange gun

Makes me wanna go out cop a Glock, load and unlock, popping off on the hogs for fun

But I'm just not that scarred, charred, and dumb

Though my heart and numb, wrapped up in barbwire like those old tats of I love mom

You fools could all get splattered driving on the highway sloppy drunk

High I chop it up like knives at Arirang

Gotta go get in the zone, sitting lifted and stoned

Trying to exist on my own, y'all know this but I don't

You got stacks and a home, man I'm practically broke

Wanna tax you but won't, don't let me catch you alone

I'll snatch you out your own bones

Ball yer torn flesh up and throw, causing more mess of yer soul

Cuz both your intestines will go all the way around yer ghost's throat

Choking it out while the essence is shown

I found most take offense to my tone

Bitch, I'll pimp you out hoe, and don't forget your mouth hole

Make triple off her, if she's giving up the asshole too

Will that solve my money problems? who asked you