Larinsy Language

[Verse 1: Cassidy] I get beats with Swizz Beatz, he the best producer And I'm the executioner, I'll execute yah I won't get you an injection or electrocute yah Military style, I'll get upset and shoot yah I got an army full of soldiers, I'm the best recruiter You went to jail and did yah best impression of Luther But if I ever get arrested, my connect'll shoot yah Cause as far as pushing bass, I'm the best producer Since the past made me mad, I'm a upset the future I'm my own AR and executive producer I make beats now, it's hard to respect producer The way I murder beats, I usually upset producers The boy Neo the next best producer But y'all pitiful, cause y'all ain't individual Ay line I rhyme at least four or five syllables But you still rhyming one word, you got some nerve I'm so cool with it, you old school with it If it was '86, you probably coulda made a hit They used to rap like that back when I was a baby bitch I'm grown now, I can come up with my own sound I'm in the zone now, I'm on that Patrón now The (??), the haze in me I'm a menace, I got old dog ways in me But I'm not a fool, you don't let your 2Pac I'll get you like they did them dudes at the food spot You watch (??), I'll get you what them dudes got Whip yah ass like Kane baby, Mom, cousin Then kill you like King Cousin with a smooth shot [Verse 2: AR-AB] I'm repping O-B to the H Came up cutting O-Z's on the plate So I never went to b-ball try outs I was in the crib letting 9 holes dry out You meat eaters, I keep heaters I'm trying to see how many bodies I can fit, in my deep freezer I keep squeezing 'till the clip don't work no more And pop twice, to stop like like birth control Nigga speak my name, I can hear them things I paid my dues, and told them to keep the change When you eating, your best friends turn to haters So I walk with a pump like the Terminator The left hand hold the Mac when I'm aiming I let both guns shoot simultaneous So niggas better be prepared for extortion Or be twins with the headless horsemen I'm in the Benz getting head till I'm nauseous Niggas get booking 'till they start talking And all I need is life of sin It's some good coke that'll bring the pipers in I started off 13, knocking packs off Selling hard, you gotta cut with a hacksaw Y'all was in school, cutting in the back hall I was letting macs off, shooting heads off [Verse 3: Luck-E] If I cock it and pop it I tear limbs off Shotgun pellets the size of a damn pinball Ain't nothing stopping the shot when the thing ring off One shot in a closed box, I send men off I dug yah grave E, so why you lay and sleep I put the steel to your face then spray the cheek I'm from where niggas get a body every day a week Where they'll kill you for a hobby when they craving beef I know your past, cause you nothing harder And in your hood, you niggas get chopped on like cutting boards My heart cold, so I don't love a bride I wife my chips, and yeah that's by bitch, cause I love to ball I come to far to just fail on 'em Fuck making it rain, we 'bout to make it thunder and hail on 'em These niggas to hoarded down, we just sail on 'em Larsiny ain't giving them bars, we spit jails on 'em You little niggas get hunted down, we bloodhounds We sniff you out, then gun you down Twist you out 'till you tumble down And leave your face in a puddle down A hundred rounds when I grip the mag I got a tank and a missile bag So when it's beef you turn victims fast Them goons'll kill you for a nickel bag So go ahead with yah pigeon ass Before this shotty pump lift yah ass