Planet Binns (O.C.R.D)

Welcom to planet Binns Be careful as you enter I'll take you through my mind Something like adventure These niggas my sons, so that means so that means that I'm killin ya Fakes out here claimin that they La Familia But im not familiar, Cuz i just ain't fillin ya And im spittin bars so that means that im killin ya Like call of duty bitch im goin for the kill Wax museum these niggas be standin still This some afro centric alien type shit Gotta get my money and a ass so fat chick Wit an hour glass shape Niggas dont hate They want me to kill it, ima do it to the death Spittin my bars heavy make a nigga lose his breath Stay dope like i smoke every day Dreams on my mind yeah chase'em all the time I be goin hard every time i spit a rhyme Got a flow sicker than Michael Jordan before a game six I got no time for the lame shit Time is money and I think I need a rolex Gold wrist watch, with the gold tick tock My gang in it and we run the whole block Tell them other niggas to stop When will I bloe up kindal like im puting weight on? The same nigga that them bitches used to hate on But now I spit it so cold I'm something that you could skate on Honestly Modesty ain't the policy I know the city just ain't ready for me But I ain't never gon sleep cuz they like Freddy to me They sayin I ain't good I dont understand it My rhymes like Crack to a fein they demand it Uh this is Pappy mixed with Jason Me and Ryan Small killin shit in the basement Workin for the throne a nigga finna be the king Open up your eyes if you finna see the dream Look mutha fucka My rhymes nasty My rhymes nasty Osei's girls panties (fuck you nigga) Uh why these niggas always hatin I think its cuz my flows way hotter than satan I'm reppin Mississauga and t.dot Come up in my city fuck around and you'll get dropped Uh its Mr. Binns in this bitch Trynna go from the bus to the two doors bitch Yeah this O.C.R.D And ain't none these niggas out here fuckin wit me