Rush Hour

[Verse 1: Jazz] I might be chilling in the middle of the freeway Lawn chair, laptop searching some ill shit on ebay Niggas can't see my vision Like where the fuck did I get it? Who the fuck thinks dry humping a midget pigeon Sixteen years of Sadism I made victims out of old ladies, cops, butt pirates, and hipsters Lipstick couldn't cover my lips From spitting this sick shit that's giving me blisters Whiskers on my dick, still getting my stem licked By Kim Kardashian and her sisters Bitch skip the mind tease Magneto, but Picasso with the rhyme scheme Murdered the rapper, his fans were at the crime scene Crying their eyes out while I'm in the back of the squad car sneaky smiling Notoriety rising right below B.I.G My steelo like cocaine sightly I like onion butts slightly ripe on sluts that like plumbers cause my pipework's nice [Verse 2: Trey Christie] Yo girly, I can't help my bluntness Let me change her world, and grab at some fungus ??? I diminish are then finished And reminisce on the bliss of my nemesis Yeah, you'll remember this I'm from West V, 304 (tree O fo) Fuck a ego, I'm quarter past negro, more Blasian Us blazing on a everyday occasion And since our time on earth is temporary Attempt to make it extraordinary Some of us very talents never reach the ears of our peers Disappear when they disagree In disbelief, this ain't your year Later appear when you reach around us fear I'll be right here Chest high, grinning off the list of women I fucked Keeps a ??? I'll never mention a shoutout to the one's there Paying attention to my come up Beavis and Buttfucked, no Butthead Destroying beats till bloodshed Kick back, present illness You feel this fucking realness romanticism Painting imagery for the mind of my enemies Now visually countryfuck your memory You remember me Broski, Janoskis on When I press this overhead shit Like the lips around the tip of my head bitch I cover her in all white like the solid bitch I dressed it