Young Seattle Part 2

[Verse 1:Sam Lachow] Ha fuck it, play the beat like a puppet Buy a swisher,cut a swisher, gut a swisher and stuff it Wo-wo-wow, golly gosh dammit im proud They call me sa-sa-sammy lachow I brought a brand new bike and showed it off to their faces Give me a mac-book and a mic and i'll be off to the races Ding ding, knock a hater to pluto on round 2 though Gabby come on out here and shit on these attitudes [Verse 2:Gift Uh Gab] Lyrically inclined to blow your mind I'm like an aneurysm Bitches want to step to me i tell 'em its a bad decision Hit 'em with a crash collision Its tragic i'm glad you witnessed The loveliest ass is back in action You know I'm blasting [?] You already know how i be beasting on them Plus you don't wanna fuck with me i'm like the streets of Compton P-pop 'em, i'm dropping bodies calmly [?] [Verse 3:Nacho Picasso] [?] Ballin off blue dolphins Bumping [?] While my bitches lick the frosting Dropping, three sixteens like I'm austin All because I'm awesome asleep in a coffin I'm Dracula's third cousins brothers nephew half removed You think my ass is rude Shoo, keep your glasses glued These little [?] dudes probably got there asses lubed I know your sister too, she used to be my prostitute [Verse 4:Jarv Dee] Anti-social, [?] I roll han solo and skywalk for the po-po My bro got them punchlines and my flow [?] Rap game UFC, guess that I'm jon jones Don't say we the future then your reading your [?] wrong You are now witnessing a god in his realist form [?] as the holy ghost Get high off my pheromone [?] [Verse 5:La] L to the [?], well how I'm busy Nigga get it twisted throw a shell in his [?] I be with a bitch smoking L's till i'm dizzy We two bars in [?] Rap don't sell i throw the L on the [?] Young seattle part 2 motherfucker Yeah you lack lustre, blast you whack [?] You rap like your family life in that structure [Verse 6:Raz] The only thing hip-hop about you is a book bag Im a beast, whats a black sheep to a wolf pack All of the people and things you look up too i look at Don't worry if i cook crack, i do they never look back I stood at the mountain top stomping on satan and [?] Loud as a fog horn Can you show me a real woman who's not [?] Through all my trials I'm on course When you was on my dick i was on tour [Verse 7:Grynch] [?] Got that respectable spit It ain't no question I'm sick Wack rappers digging there ditch Nobodies feeling there shit They never [?] Haters what you call this I do em like i do the bowl while I'm on the shitter Half these clowns about as real as their followers on twitter So they can play the background Success they have probably never seen Just like money may vs pacquiao