What More Can I Spray

[Blast Holiday] I do my 5 to the 9 thang 59 to the 9 thang... [Verse 1] Pull up in a bucket, no plates, no number In the window, I'm still gon yank like I'm late To my own funeral... I'm still gon' crank Eyes looking like I popped Benadryl, a straight imbecile Lurking through your window sill, home invasions been a thrill Ice City boy giving chills like funerals Let me take a breath, nah really, take a breath Out a chest remove flesh, insert shrapnel for capital Spell it out in capitals, C-O-L-D On Shattuck Avenue, my zone compared to Baton Rouge Angola attitude, stick or get stuck Bareback have your dick in the dust, brush my shoulders off Can't leave no prints in the pie or crust Cause the lawyers cost is high enough, each charge Carry five and up, but my bars like five men stuck In a mental institution with straight jackets... Instrumentals turn pollution when Blast rapping Blend it like Belushi; high-rank, you a half-captain Heard your mixtape and it made me wish I had Aspirin You call that mad gassing? It had me mad laughing Bearfaced got space where it's mad traffic On the rock like a glacier filled with bad habits On the Glock it's a laser, all black plastic You still rocking platinum FUBU, just mad tacky Daddy Mack, the Mack Daddies hustle ass backwards Criss-cross like Chris Bosh to be a fast Raptor Zips cost big soft, dog the park's Jurassic He want a T-Rex, that mean make it snappy Too much soda and anthrax make that cake nasty Sell 'em three-for-ones, it ain't no way the fiends pass me So when it comes to the paper and pencil Scribble bout the bricks cause the streets is influential Had a Benz and a Jag with no rims on 61st crashed, damn near flew out the window Woke Damage up, he like "here we go again bruh" Day later me and Ak in the S Type Heat seaters on comfortable, feeling just right Came off Dover, snitch nigga had to drop a kite Ten seconds later high-speeding through the red light From the back is cool, but her mouth make that head nice And just because I say and ? it don't mean we the white Look, we could pick a heist to hit and free Lil Spice And we could book the shows without dancing like Vanilla Ice If you start it over you gon' hear me kill this beat twice A music murderer, lyrical hitman Part-time burglarer, part-time kingpin Syrup get gerber-served, 50 on the weekend Pharmacy's closed so that price be decent Constantly chiefing, baby mama cheating Tongue-kissing niggas so my nut they be drinking Did he take it there, swan dive off the deep end? I could take you there, but my name not Sean Kingston Hutch is still weakened, talking bout I love you flow Say they go crazy when we play lady eskimo Holiday next to blow, get a verse while it's cheap Because when I get signed, 5900 a piece 5900 beats on 5900 street Do the crime did the time, 44 weeks... No telling on nobody man... I'm free now and I got you. It's a rap