Yo, Jak Parsons, Woodford, kush burn Not a shook nerd, I look irked I am not a shook nerd Cook work, pestilence pusher Decapitate and laminate the heads of hookers Rob his house, pull the drawer string of the hood first Climb master stock and pull doper than Bronx junkies When I pop these bloom, pop these blues Need to be medicated, my head is like Romper Room Ive been writing raps since Rocky 2 Been spitting since my Uncle Vincent Was on a bridge giving fittings for cement blocks as shoes Ox chop your throat, cops shot for dough My trunk saggin, bump a dragon, we copt a lot of chrome Our drivebys will drop top your home Guzzle roids down, Im raping your squeezes moist mouth My room soppin moist towels, toys out My camp open fire like boyscouts Smoke your RollsRoyce out Im starving, I should be given Goyns pounds I snatch bitches like perfumes Serve you Im out, both burners is out And I burst through from snout Youve been dead for so long the oil ran dry Electric shut and curtains was down Cops came, they could see their breath circle the house Worst murder in town The whispers in my ear Im their servants, but were working it out Youre that little bird in the open mouth of a crocodile My flow 80s Reagen crack rocks and viles My bars is homicidal Like hostiles, its ?? Give your girl a black dahlia smile Im higher than smoking a blunt in the cockpit With acid dropped in the eye I start relationships, put them under the basement steps Then lock em inside Spars, hands stop oxygen lines Im Paul Bernardo, charming My trunk got work in a dead ?? side
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