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The Fuckery Hotel

Slaine

The Boston Project

2

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Kali] Death before dishonor, still growin' like a farmer So-called soldiers walk around in glass armor I remain calm or run the point like Chalmers I can feel the ghost of the victims I plan to bomb on [Reks] I plan to avoid the penitentiary, pencil these poetic memoirs Of a star trapped, thoughts tap, ADHD All that bipolar make me fall back What y'all lack I instill in pen skill, lyrical contact [Slaine] Yeah, dog, I got a bottle and a Prada model These cats wanna fist fight but I'm homicidal I can't keep my mind swayed, all the drama I know And my cocaine is rockier than Colorado [Kali] I got a single-shot Ruger, hopin' that I hit my mark The life of a shooter, my brain is like a fuckin' dart [Slaine] I been sippin' 40's in the park, duckin' from the narcs [Reks] Bustin' from the heart, pussy, all the stars torn apart [Kali] Aimed at those who oppose where my life's headed On a futon, eatin' croutons with light lettuce On a cruise ship, stuntin' with my new chick She keep both hands on my dick like a pool stick She the coke holder and I ain't talkin' soda 'Bout to run a train on the game, baby, bend it over [Reks] Be my Henny coaster, ass stupid fat Couple shots of Henrock, no question what I do to that True to fact, Rugers blast steady on the block Henny on the rock, gimme-gimme plenty shit to talk [Slaine] Them are not really ready, I should have been killed already I would have been dead and buried in the very cemetery In Roxbury with every Tom, Harry and Jerry But I ain't never worry for nothin', nobody is scary I came up the hard way, I earned what I have Caught the science of the violence and I learned all the math Carry gasoline tanks, I was burnin' my path Held a razor blade close, I'm determined to slash Fuck two porn bitches spittin' sperm in the bath Punch 'em both, but they weren't into that I'm fuckin' with ya [Kali] Taught to never testify, beef, we let them weapons fly Feel the hunger when I rap, you niggas look like shepherd's pie Paralyzed by coke lines and methadone Shoot you in the chest, you should have never left your vest at home I left your heart and a part of boy in the water No love for these little heifers, we sendin' them all to slaughter [Reks] Ain't none [?] offer to take care of your sons and daughters Regardless of niggas' profits you politickin' with prophets I done fucked with porn bitches too, sorry to reiterate Penetrate dinner plate interstate ridin' rhetoric head it Get all exes a slight, ex-wife bitch and moanin' Picturesque moment: Kali, Reks, and Slaine own it [Slaine] The modern version of hate I slaughter virgins escape The sort of version of fate you can't record on a tape I'm an animal in the jungle, can't cordon a ape I'm a lion defying a giant flying with capes I am firing weight, tight spiral when I'm wired and I'm Burning houses up while the fireman wait You exist in my nightmare, I can die in my sleep Buyin' an eighth, you gotta love me I am the great [Kali] So get your white sheets, yellow tape, pistol poppin' set you straight Hit your head and hit your face then close your casket at your wake Hustlin' proper, guzzlin' vodka, no one can stop us We totin' choppers at helicopters, we fuckin' mobsters Put steak sauce on your tits and have a barbecue Bring your daughter, dude, I'm John Madden calling audibles I'm Charles Manson in the game how I slaughter crews Typhooned raps, spit a verse, make the water move
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