GOLDCHAIN

[Verse 1] Formerly mediocre, now I'm the antonym Scorching competition, have 'em darker than a panther's skin Or a squad of Yusufu's dancing in the ambulance Taking bodies to the hospital encased in black canvassing I'm slapping stupid kids until my hand itches And blurting out in class cause I know what the answer is Been the illest since Barack was sucking on the cancer sticks Don't fuck with the crew cause we're worse than what the Mansons did Dragon Crew, slapping dudes, rappin crude, tappin boobs, in the fappin mood and we're laughing too Unregisterably we're passing you We're hotter than a pack of Jews Holding lit candles spewing acid fumes Stop thinking 'bout the girl that you're attracted to Cause I took her clit And attached it to my ratchet pubes Smoking oak trees and drowning in an old fashioned brew Chewing on swing sets at daycares swallowing plastic screws [Verse 2] Slipping babies roofies so the milfs know I'm bout it, bout it Having twelvesomes with the paparazzi crowding round it Looking for the pussy found it pound it cum drown it Leave her mind clouded clouded with her face and head surrounded By a group or troupe of super duper eager ass cooter bruisers With pickles, planks, pillows and no lube to use or Movie shooters Rapping is your passion but for me it's recreational I still manage to rip beats without separation tools I use weak grammar that destroys the rep of nation's schools Cause if I spoke with eloquence I'd lose half you dazed buffoons I have potential to be at the top, replacing moons But I enjoy your company so I act lackadaisical When in reality I'm writing viscious raps to blaze the fools And eating wack beef with chopsticks, I gotta save the spoons [Verse 3] This isn't like a rap, it's the thoughts of a psychopath Written down slowly as I visualize some type of wrath: Me weilding two knives, an axe, a lighter and three kinds of gas A spiky bat makes spinals crack While bumping MJ vinyl tracks If I die today remember me like Jack Torrance With a hatchet chasing white kids in a black forest Throwing molotovs at cops and racing in a smashed Taurus Hitting bitches harder than opening a door with a cracked door hinge I'm cruising down the street in my nine two with BelaG Jocking the bitches and hitting all the hoes with celery Running around naked starting fires committing felonies Then moving to Tacoma to make a living out of selling weaves This is just a hobby but I've heard that I'm a prodigy Constant sick verses cause me suffering from rotting teeth Got the type of flow to make famine end and stop disease Rock a Dragon logo and the acronym on cotton tees