PART 1 Livin life I been trynna do that Oh yall did it twice Yall be soundin like wack Roll the dice And See how far we can get Im just getting right Till you ear this wild set Tell me Who you talkin to? Thought you knew Man this be sockin you pal Went too far To be gettin too calm Get away fore Im cursing you out Fuckin with me? Tell me what yo jay count What do you see? When your ear this tune out Man this too foul And this be fascinatin Perpetratin Every single persons ear lobe Pass the class Effortless Vision like my eyes find glow Should I take it slow? Im offin a bunch Tunes string out Like they played in a church Might go act out After calming a bunch Cause you never do know Who gets thrown in the junk Man Im blastin you Time to bow bow Name a motehrfcuker who dont feel the sound This be my child I be German Father And Ill tell you right now that the mode is slaughter Man the Mode is slaughter Fuck you all Dont pick the call ... Back at it now Pass it round Tuc and you bunk Crew too live when we off of the skunk Ear 2 lies that be more then the sum Of what I get from my guys in the time of a month Blastin you because this its nothin new Its routine like the 1s and 2s Tie your shoes Kick who goes at you Because We never bow down for no stupid crew And motherfuckers peacocks now Feathers crackin every time they try to show out 2 drinks then you pass out And motherfuckers think they too wild? Ok man I been done there yeah I done that man its borin now So guess Ill ... chill in my room with a forest pal and smoke some till the the forrest go We got the hardest style PART 2 I been thinkin bout All the differents ways we producin a sound Bite my toungue now the brains are out Had that on you can drop em now I be tunin out Like mechanical Go bite flows See yo stomach full Blood so cold Like a crocodile Yeah Im a crocodile Shortie asked me should I grab her now? I slap her face send her off and about I give 2 fucks like a fast to blow If she cool wth it I might tap her gal People tell me Ill be the people blow So here you go this that people flow So Off and off u go Yeah off and off u go Oh my God You about to be passin out Funk moshpit this that crazy crowd Once you get in man you cant be found Build this rap street till an avenue Get it snowballin till we hittin you Time we stich it up Change the point of view PART 3 This aint hard locks Cash vaults And all this bitches seem they need an ass lock Its membership revoked soon you act soft Though I gave a fuck about you Got me really shocked shocked In brown .. imaginary cars On this bridge They may took us somewhere I just dont know where that place it is I got uppers for the mind I got downers for the piss Im just playing with you homie What the fuck you think it is? ... Chats get muddy See the church up on the background Lookin for somethin never had it simply not found A matter of comparin this tha trully shock sound Feel the shots blow See this is strong pal If you had 7 different balls Eighty shopping malls Prolly tell you all to lick some balls Leave the kids involved I recall When they told me not It aint possible See you round This aint logical This that maste flow Bye bye
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