City Folk Lyrics

Im a fun guy

Taking some fungi

Wanna come by

Lookin for a fun time

Shoot them in a drive by

Pop pop

Watch the body drop drop

Count the Guala up like

No debate like

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

I'm arachnid and you caught up in my web

Check your mailbox sending a bomb through the web

Not a threat that's a promise

You dead I'm sleeping in my bed

Pasty little human, I'm white like white bread

Stepping on my land you must be hungry for some lead

Lemme feed you up lil boy but I ain't breaking bread

I know what you hungry for, finna fill it in your head

Let me load up my nine millimeter

Now you dead

Country ass beat

Man, where you get this from

You already know I be strumming the washburn

Record a couple tracks

Put a snare in behind it

Put a easter egg up in my song

I hope you can find it

Whats that?

Man, I don't know

I just be making music on the low low low

Don't talk no one no po po po

Homie better get off his ass and go go go go go go go go

Losing in the rat race

Losing in life

Throw away all your chips

Cause you love to roll the dice

Repeat offender because you messed up twice

No fender bender you almost lost your life

I give it a wax on and wax off

Mr. Miyagi taught me so back off

I don't wanna hit you with my karate chop

Try to run away feeling when that collar shock

It go dang

Like a jungle

Swing orangutan

Making the branches hang low

Like my dang a lang

Imma attack from the back

When I sink my fang

Feel the pain when we rob you like a bandit gang

Being rich is a habit

My habitat acid

Corroding the world

And make everything flaccid

It's up in your wounds

And expose ectoplasm

I'm switching a flow

And entangling atoms

Wait, now back to the past

Itty bitty white boy coming in last

I be feeling kinda up cause I'm feeling kinda gassed

Got a couple words to say like I'm preaching to the mass

No way you're gonna listen

But you I'm on a mission

I be killing competition

Switching up like intermission

Past the ball I'm in position

Hey, can you listen?

Life gets hard but we used to omission

Used to omission

Spoke got a stick in

Things get tough but I solve it long division

I don't need ammunition

Because I know you're not happy

And you're not forgiven

That's facts

Don't run that one back

I don't need anyone holding me back

I be murdering beats that you sending my way

I be shitting on these rappers like I'm taking a crap

Imma cube not a square

These city folk just ain't aware

You wanna be different

I guess you should go put color up in your hair

My chambers where I have affairs

Location secret, unaware

You little witch, I call you Blair

I'm fast and furious; Mark Sinclair

Back in the day I used to run

Not from the enemies it's just for fun

With my cousin, my buddy, my foreign

Too many foreseen misfortunes

When it's time learn I'm neglectful

Listening to you is too uneventful

Disrespectful but you draining my mental

Tell me to remember my paper and pencil

Taking some notes , yeah, I'm jotting it down

And I put on a red nose, I feel like a clown

I don't wanna go out unless we sipping on crown

And you barking and barking; a dog in the pound