Letras
My soul bleeding from beating up demons beneath for the surface
I'm the freak from the circus that's eating from inking these verses
Keep the heat for the leeches and serpents
Creeping and lurking
Immediate urgent
Need of a surgeon
Just to cease all the leaking and squirting
The day that you meet me in person
Drinking this bourbon
Vehicle swerving
Avoiding the median
I can't tell if you a MC or a comedian
Cause I kiki every time they put your CD in
Okay, according to the hand on my tick tock
Grip got hip hop in a zip lock
Big Glock
Wanna lick shots?
If not, kick rocks
I continue on to the tip top
No such thing as a pit stop
Bitch hop
Off a nigga dick please
Nothing come between the green
Hit a lick bitch please
Pull up on your Swiss cheese
Off a nigga dick please
Nothing come between the green
Hit a lick bitch please
Pull up on your Swiss cheese
Hell yeah boy you already know what the fuck going on man
You know what I'm saying
Nigga in this bitch
In the hood nigga bust down on me nigga
Ain't nan nigga finna run up on me
Aye bro, aye why that car going so slow?
Oh shit
Niggas got too many holes in they stories
These niggas see through
We don't believe you
You need more people
Equal to no mortal man
My sword in hand
Was always ready when war began
Back when I used to rap in a four sedan
Back on the porch
Packing the torch
Rappers is dorks
Never whip crack with a fork
But claim they trappers of course
Come to the hood they clap at your Porsche
With lack of remorse
Bullet holes in your passenger doors
Okay, according to the hand on my tick tock
Grip got hip hop in a zip lock
Big Glock
Wanna lick shots?
If not, kick rocks
I continue on to the tip top
No such thing as a pit stop
Bitch hop
Off a nigga dick please
Nothing come between the green
Hit a lick bitch please
Pull up on your Swiss cheese
Off a nigga dick please
Nothing come between the green
Hit a lick bitch please
Pull up on your Swiss cheese