Dead Engine

By Tim_bipp

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I be that OG L.I. Iced Tea. hella high, see?

Treatin' all the friendliest of foes pretty nicely

The same white skin with the same black tints

And your girl come through cause she a checkerboard chick

These days we role-play with my sword

She be lighter than a feather on my stiffer than a board

Don't got any guidance, but we're incredibly sure

Blowin' lines the size ten times an e-cord

Burnin' up the weed cause that's a general gestation

While I'm murdering these pussies that's genital mutilation

So, third degree burns you see, first degree murder

While his dad is tryna stack from flippin' pills like they were burgers

I bird her, bird up- I know you've fuckin' heard of him

Tim_bipp steal your damn jewels like a burglar

Everybody chillin' rockin' out to what he say

Drive my ass to LA, I could make it there in three days

The whole damn country, treat the green like it was fenway

Keep these bitches on their tippy toes like that MJ

MJ, no way. I stopped to pop a molly

So sorry. I'm "scary", mary, but you can just blame the trolly

I'm off point, maybe I should check my placement

Serving pizzas for a living, living in my mama's basement

Touching drugs, hardly ever get my face wet

Bumpin' lines up in brooklyn while you bump this in your tapedeck

Yea, and that's just how I'm livin', huh?

You homies lookin' like some turkeys on thanksgiving, brah

On thanksgiving brah

This ain't a thrilling, but a killings what I'm bringing ya