Crack Rock

[Maxx 39] Set it in, I’m a dead word said again Keep a paper doper than Heath Ledgers, medicine I came from the urban, strange and disturbing I’m so scary I should be on a plane with a turban And since Earls home, please turn on the light switches High as fuck with two cocker spaniels, mad white bitches Who all like Jimmy Carter, they don’t like Clinton If I said swag every mother fucking word then these mother fuckers might listen Wack rappers; I like dissing, your girlfriends I like kissing Give her a Maxx heart attack; I just wanted parts on that Didn’t ask you to argue back, are you smacked? Arrogant hoes get a soccer match; I’ll kick you to the curb because you started that They don’t want a part of Maxx; she just wants a heart from Maxx Just like that one ho who thought president Jimmy Carters black Ass fatter than Ricks hearse, always kicking a sick verse Dumb bitches run around thirsty but they know they was on my dick first [HOOK] Tyler, The Creator: Making Crack Rock Biggie: Either you slanging Crack Rock News Reporter: Arrested last night, for buying Crack cocaine Kendrick Lamar: water in the pot, flow Crack Rock Frank Ocean: Crack Rock, Crack Rock Biggie: Either you slanging Crack Rock, or you got a wicked jump shot Tyler, the Creator: Making Crack Rock Frank Ocean: Crack Rock, Crack Rock News Reporter: Arrested last night, for buying Crack cocaine Kendrick Lamar: water in the pot, flow Crack Rock like bam bam Nigga Biggie: Either you slanging Crack Rock, or you got a wicked jump shot [Third Rail] I’m mixing up chemicals inside of a fat pot And stirring the dopeness to replace the crack rock My spitting’s addictive with all of this rap stock Like alcoholics with beer or white bitches with black cock Releasing razor sharp points, blasting off chain saws Although I fried my mind my brain remains raw I see you faggots Finger fucking fire crotches, fornicating five freckled taints In a church house during service as the entire choir watches You and nuns, tongue wrestle saints You people disgust me more than meth heads scratching scabs Off their genital herpes cuz they was worthy of catching crabs This type of behavior is spreading like fashion fads So I’m dropping dope on the dome like a drug lords crashing pad Creating my supply and I got to make my quota I’m in the mix of making crack rock with coke, and baking soda HOOK [Maxx 39] Saying I suck is like a Haitian tanning, I’m great at planning Still a colt, just turned 18 like Peyton Manning Are you trying to peep? Looks like you’re crying to weep I don’t give a fuck about how drunk you are bitch, I’m trying to sleep My music will always be underground, that’s fine with me Maybe I’ll sell records if I had a full clip and a 9 with me *Making Crack Rock*. Let me back up on you fakers I smoke more purp and diesel then Shaq back on the Lakers They say this cat is better than most rappers doing it Hip Hop is still alive don’t let these bitch rappers ruin it I don’t do spoken word; I’m just a fiendish preacher My mother fucking rhymes be crazy as shit like my English teacher I don’t know what to say now; I’m running out of room I don’t even care; watch the fucking bass go boom up your hair son You don’t want to test the 39 Pull out a fucking line let’s see if you can fucking, rhyme