Don't Go There Lyrics

Put my sword on the grindstone

Mind of a tiger and the eye of a cyclone

Step inside the cypher like it's my home with the mic phone

Open up your mind like its the sky dome

Fly personas, sly stallone

Chrome pipes gettin blown overnight

Corona lights, Quincy Jones type

Philosophy of life, only advice you get

From Ollie is you gotta be nice

Since ya home spotted me she already thought of me twice

John Gotti at the Mirage all white tux gettin sucked

Fuck em like a sodomite, menage a troises all night

And cuz they not sluts, they butts and twats is all tight

Plus they like my white chocolate salty ball bites

Bought they alcohol for prom night

But I talked to they mom and she said it was alright

Call me Walter Kronkite when you saw grip a mic

Had on the pinstripes locked like Nick Swisher with the nikes

Get a bitch squatted like a kid that need a bigger bike

Emcees remind me of the animal they slither like

Check ya math yo beefin' on the track will get you nowhere

Check ya math yo beefin' on the track will get you nowhere

Check ya math yo beefin' on the track will get you nowhere

So when you see Ollie on the path, Don't Go There

Don't go there