[Verse 1]

I'll cock the llama for your chains ASAP, I'ma fuckin' problem

Got you cookin' under pressure like the Boston Bombing

I'm ducking sirens, snuffin' coppas, plucking wallets

And multiplying my profits like I'm cloning Nostradamus

Got your crew jumping ship like Somali Pirates

Plus a blunt of chronic got me on autopilot

So place a bet the way I lace the tracks'll make em fret

I'm so fly that I could break the necks of Space Cadets

My tongue's a loaded K and my brain is the bayonette

You a lil bitch claiming sets with tainted rep

I battle prohibition by growing dro in the kitchen

Smoking spliifs and blowing o's while your bitch is doing my dishes

You mothafuckas never seen a bigger threat

I'll puff the killa then I'll give ya the kiss of death

These piles of faggots getting smoked like a cigarette

Get ya system wrecked for acting sweeter than vinaigrette

Or get ya little neck twisted off and ripped to shreds

Got bigger scissors than clifford to leave you bitches red

It's a fact, my mindset is hazed

Tryna rhyme while I'm sticking IV's in my veins

Ivy League runner, marathon, finish lines of 'caine

Think you run shit, I'll beat you with a prosthetic leg

Napoleonic complex, get to ripping your bones apart

Just to prove that you fools is more worthless than a voter's card

And politics is quite the dirt to get off

Fuck the left and right wings, I'll bite the birdy's head off

Then I'll get a room full of bitches, give em dead jaw

And treat them V's nastier than Kreayshawn, c'mon

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[verse 2]

Straying away from society's paradigm

Yet I somehow stay flyer than the seraphim

And cherubim, sipping on the syrup then

I hop into my chariot and sniff a line of fairy dust

This Maryland Terrapin tearin' your cherries up

It's in my blood like the heroin out of the paraphernalia

Flow buttery, y'all motherfuckers Parkay

Satan tried to buy my soul, I said "I'd rather parlay"

Played my cards right so I took his scorching kingdom

Released the tortured victims then I ordered hoardes of minions

To take up their swords and wield em, and join me in the killing

Now we warring on the industry in the form of these mortals spittin'

Underground is rising and we forming a militia

With the kind of lyrics that destroy a normal listener

Decoys deployed to trick ya while they're forcing their agenda

But we'll keep on spittin' venomous and poisoning the mixture

And yet it seems like everybody's hating me

Can't even get a bitch to go down on her hands and knees

My last relationship, it sucked and ended fatally

I strapped an acid tab to my cock and fucked her anally

A wicked bastard in the booth like Ticket Master

I got it locked like I switched your password

Flip the switch, I'm zippin' past ya, clinically sick with grammar

You bitches wanna hinder my position, picket faster

I'm the pro-bowler, dro-roller, lone soldier

Giving cold shoulders to the world as I blow doja

Smoke a potent dutch, society of snakes

Throw em in a Cobra Clutch and clutch Cobras, uh

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[verse 3]

I'ma profit-maker, got my doppelganger selling pot to strangers

Hip-hop's savior, the holy flow'll rock your manger

When I drop a banger it's positive that your squad's in danger

Rock an ox razor, that's just how my mama raised me...

Oh wait, she didn't, I'm a product of the system

Been in and out of them courthouses ever since an infant

And my father didn't bother, not a shocker for this misfit

I'm like "Fuck the problems, homie I'll just keep a spliff lit"

About my business, but I'm bad company

Suckerfree, chill, puff a tree, real motherfuckers

Fuck with me, still, I eat pills then I

Burn the house down, get fucked up, and rebuild

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