I'll give you five.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

You know my way was never gone before.

just to get the ultimate high, baby.

Excuse me as I kiss the sky.

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye.

Who the fuck wanna die before they coach ya?

Stalk the dead body like a vulture.

Decalion.

Black

than your blackest stallion hit your housing projects i represent your shall and my niggas

The apocalypse now, the gunpow would be going down, diggy, diggy, down, diggy, down, down.

While the planets and the stars and the moons

collapse.

When I raise my trigger finger, all y'all niggas hit the deck.

Cause ain't no need for that.

Hustlers and hardcore.

roar to the floor, roar like reservoir dogs.

The green-eyed bandit can't stand it.

With more food

It's a straight suicide.

Five, four, three, two, murder one live right at your door.

Take out, bring it to that ass roar.

Breakin' all the rules like Black Jules Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours, fucker

We don't need no rap tour.

I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap chore.

More than you bargained for.

The cows are stays open like an all-night store.

We're rare like you should ill like a

piece of blue steel pointed at your temper with the intent to kill and then your existence

M.E.T.

ain't no use for resistance H.O.B.

I'll be the ultimate rush to any nigga on dusk

The Egyptian must used to have me pull mass nuts.

I shift like a clutch with the ruck.

Examine my nuts.

I don't stop till I get enough.

Your shit broke down like your flesh.

Since the dark side tears you.

into Hollywood squares.

Six million ways to die, so I chose.

Made it six million and one with your eyes closed.

Applying for

Cold so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass in second half on your funky ass And you're my man, hit me now Bitches used to play me now, they can't forget me now They get me now, I rock the spot, check clock

If the offer licking off in hip hop, fuck the billboard.

I'm a fool.

It on my block.

How you don't, when you pay for your billboard spot up in the sky, it's a bird.

It's a plane.

I smoke it Buddha on the train.

So how did I get kiss this guy?

You can suck my dick.

Look up in the sky.

It's a bird.

It's a plane.

Break it now, Johnny.

Blaze ain't a damn thing, chain.

How hot.

Fallen, I can kiss the sky.

How sick.

So sick that you can suck my dick.

Do it.

Do it, my man.

Raider Rock is coming.

home.

It ain't really on to the ruckus.

Get home.

Now we're off to the red zone.

We don't need your dirt weed.

We got our fucking own jacket.

I raise havoc with my actor.

Bring the pain lyrics.

Freeman for the intercepting.

Moving on your left, kid.

And the method.

Out my fucking dome.

Peace.

Once I got no love for the beast from the big East coast, when it gets packed.

home of the drug kingpin and cut hey boy are you the real boy on the block you tried

To stop the bum rush, you will get popped.

I'm running around with a racist.

My style was born in the business.

these staircases.

Dig it.

F a rap critic.

He talk about it while I live it.

If red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it.

I got the verb now.

Glock, see ya, into the center.

Lyrics bang like ricka.

Shea Rabbit, I bring habit with an AK magic.

Rollin' blunts and all day habit I get it all like Smith and West Who clicks the best?

Bucks take a sippin' test

Who splits shit best?

The folk phenomenon Obama, you like Lebanon Float canals and Panama just saw stamina

Styles not to be fucked with or played with.

Fuck the pretty hoes, I left those section bits.

Just hitting snitches, twisting wigs with that radical mathematical type script.

I pick up in your planets like digger.

Boo.

Scared you.

Blew you to smithereens.

Fuck the Marines.

I got machines.

I like this.

b***h and read mad magazines.

I fly more heads than continental.

Reckon fire types like U.S.

Air are for instruments.

Look, I'm not a halfway crook with bad looks.

But I make murder your case like your name is Kyle Brooks I break some off proper, ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya

Fuck doctor with the 12-gauge muster.

Look, I got the Tuesday vickle to make your mind tickle.

For the nine nickels.

Fuck ass pussy ass.

You ain't got to say no more, man.

That's it, man.

It's so good.