[Verse 1Box] Gotta trim the hedges cause the snakes in the garden I know rich folk with cake, its crazy they starving Half of em should be laying in coffins Cut throat antics get sliced when they shave in the morning I throw dukes with Dillingers Go toe to toe with the sinners The villains tryna kill villagers for a million plus Never the buck stops The blame is a passenger bus Drop the crumbs from the bread when the funds rot The gun is not a weapon of mine I ink a tech with the pen, and chef bullets killing legends of crime So all you sour faced lemons and limes Let me describe How I cruise past enemy lines with every rhymes I Craft a missile that whistles Call you cats out You get dropped like diet weight and fat pounds With black flowers and black gowns You chillin under rocks when this clean addict laying the smack down [Hook x2] Live from the mother ship So you can fuck yourself or fuck with it JoeNBox always on some other shit [Verse 2Joe] So show the Shaman the common denominator The marijuana in paper So place the pain in the papers and push the vain on a pedestal Pedals done fell from you cause what you felt was true love, there was no helping you Help yourself, to the helpless, selfish souls So many books up on this shelf of Joes I leave myself exposed in every bar and I suppose That the pope will hold his rosary As the poet approaches the podium to speak The planet Earth is in my palm Pomegranate juice and some ganj I promise that Im pompous, you dont want it with the God Ive got it and Ive had it since you were handed to mom Mob with the Swines or find annihilation, ever wonder why you smile in moderation? Cause you gave up on those dreams you were chasin Im savin the world with my bars, like my bars wearin capes, bitch [Hook x2] [Verse 3Maffew] Even more gutta I usually fuck the daughter and the mother at the same time, wont even change rubbers Nasty mother fucker,dirty Brownsvillian Fresh from the cellar, to the chandelier ceiling Goal is half a trillion,That aint far fetched Cause when you fish with great bait, you never know what youll reel in A killer whale, Im juicing, spinach and kale Milk crate era baby, cheese doodles and Sunny Dels My mind shines like a blood diamond from Zales When you see me Im wearing grills I will shut your coffin with nails Left my last show, with a skinny Susan so pale CUNY graduate, but her mouth could have finished Yale Finna shock the world, like Ramo on the rail All hell, Im giving them all hell School of hard knocks valedictorian, no Cornell Ragazino Sr. bitch Im the raw deal
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