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Bitch I walk around this house

With this piff in my palms

They was always tryna' doubt

Cause they wished I was wrong

Ay

Sippin' on the cloud

In the midst of the qualms

I was rippin' off her snout

Fuck a bitch, hit the bong

Bitch I walk around this house

With my fist always balled

Fingers crossed

Bloody knucks'

Feel the drips when they fall

Ay

Grippin' on her scalp

With a wisk of the arm

Then I'm dippin' off the route

Fuck a risk

No alarm

(Yuh)

Fuck a siren

With the siren wylin'

High pitch bitch

Swing bats to the sky then

Like Bruce with the juice

Lettin' loose in the booth

Chuck a deuce to the back

When I'm ridin'

Bitch wanna' get that piff staff

This that

Shit that you wish happ

Drift trap

Lost in the mist

And I'm tossin' a fist

And a wrist to the gist

When I piss that

Flow out, no doubt

Motherfuckers sold out

Hold out

Ya' hand for the crutch

Put the gram in the dutch

Don't touch what I throw out

Trash that like it's friday

Never mind they couldn't take half

I may get away

When I make rafts

I play mind games

On a spacecraft

Why blame all the timeframe for the fake?

laugh, it off

Crumbs on my dick, dive

Drums play the quick vibe

Steady with the tongue

Get it done then I dip, ride

Jump then I sit high

Stung from the tick

Die young when you hung

And you rung till you stick dry

Shun all the strict lives

Spun up the world-wide-web

These celebs

Havin' fun with the sick mind

Sun burnin' thick skies

Run to the tricks, lies

Dread with the spread

Of these one thirty six knives

Ho I don't fuck

With the games that you play

I got dro in the dutch

I got haze in the jay

Bitch I'm broke w/ no crutch

I'm estranged and I'm stray

Never hope

Better luck

With the maze in the way

Bitch I walk around this house,

Razor blades in the shade

Never touch what I've found

Safe to say bitch I slay

Left the dust on the ground

With the snakes in the clay

Just erupt, then I'm bound

To get play any day...

Motherfuckers all say yo

But I pay no mind

When I find what I grind

With the saw, halo

Chuck a nade at the page

When I draw, plato

Paul may blow

Like a fuckin volcano,

yo

Motherfuckers all fine n' dandy

Shine their panty line

With the wine they fancy

I can't stand these guys

So I hide in shanty towns

And pound the hounds

While I rhyme

The Anti-Christ

Is back attack while I pack the sack

Slice the facts

And rap till my life is crap

And Light the fatty

Trap while I type and twitch

The mic I twist

Assist then I stifle, daddy

Track the track in tact

Never nice to naggy

Nights are laggy

Sag cause you dykes are faggy

Might get happy

Strapped imma' pipe the witch

And slice her wrists

The bitch

Give your wife to Scrappy (Uh)