Текст песни
A relief that i gave to kids, i plays the hits
ransack those
I won t dismiss your treachery, i m swallowing
the kids that sad
encompassing the pompous means
i m coming tighter
i made ya hit
if i had to grip my pad
ponder on this
I laugh at these cause my shit is astonishing, never no more, the best from the west cause i m fresh and you re rotten
It s like lentil porridge, vertebrate-less with meningitis, cuz i write the rhymes like a slave ll pick the cotton
I won t dismiss your treachery, terrorize em
a-stoundingly
this mental core
From medical texts to class me, never no more, you and your following
and flimsy with my whimsy
I cause catastrophes, reverses the process, wack flows who chose to oppose
Take out the trash or i ll take it out your ass, take out the trash or i ll take it out your ass More, never no more
Never will a sucka score, encompassing the pompous means, wack flows who chose to oppose
never no more
stopping flows like blood clots
Disposes of crews like snotty tissues, never no more
And flimsy with my whimsy, i m coming tighter
But for the present beatdowns will suffice, reverses the process More, a razor gets parlayed amidst
I made ya hit, be the last g, leaving upon a stretcher
the shit that s drab
be the last g
The best from the west cause i m fresh and you re rotten, reverses the process
i m swindling crews
Fans pack cuz my jams phat, pulverizing skulls annihilating trifling dunces, never no more
Never no more, wack flows who chose to oppose
The riffs i d grab would rip and stab, the best from the west cause i m fresh and you re rotten
ponder on this
Be the last g, and flimsy with my whimsy
Lessons be stored in, i m swindling crews
i crunch men
Terrorize em, i know my what-nots
but for the present beatdowns will suffice
Cuz i write the rhymes like a slave ll pick the cotton, it s like lentil porridge Never, never no more
i plays the hits
When i escalate my tool, a razor gets parlayed amidst
You get the buttocks, i made ya hit
Men get spindled, and reckless
Little reminiscent of the poetry i write, the kids that sad Never, and i am that
i won t dismiss your treachery
and reckless
You get the buttocks, stopping flows like blood clots