Lyrical Friction

[Verse 1: Slank] Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo... E.O.P Hotter than Christmas in the summer-time Some'll mutter rhymes too softly, Slank rhyme divine Get up off me Hide that nigga body like a tall tee, all we Came to do is dab, fuck, smoke, bump Marley Me, give a fuck? Nigga hardly Roast the beef, like employees at an Arby's Cigar weed, still get twisted in an instant Mostly for aroma cause the shatter keep me lifted, consistent Which is, one variable That keep Slank and dopeness juxtaposed, uh Brush the foes off my clothes like snow Change states on the interstate, fuck a toll I suppose, you know me as that young hash burner Teaming up with squads to murk like Nat Turner From 1831, onto the millennium, niggas unaware of the bullets in my tongue Which sprung from my mind-state, time takes minutes My lifespan decrease at the cease of each sentence These rap niggas, ain't tryna' battle in my current form My third eye, my third arm, prepare for the beat down Defeat clowns, steadily Slank left skeet in your bitch mouth allegedly? No doubt, we circumvent the whole south I'm knocking niggas down like an Ali bout What's a mouse to a rat trap? Clap that nigga Rhymes too large, I copped the backpack bigger Liquor and bookwork, herb and college You don't know enough math to count the mics I've demolished [Chorus: Slank] Fuck each and every other nigga tryna' compete We Enemies of that fuck shit, Mic Elites I'll probably slide in your main bitch, fuck nigga faggot South Bend get cold lil' nigga bring a jacket Fuck each and every other nigga tryna' compete We Enemies of that fuck shit, Mic Elites I'll probably slide in your main bitch fuck nigga faggot South Bend get cold lil' nigga wear a jacket [Verse 2: Slank] I hear this word on the wire, sound blasphemous 'Bout niggas tryna' come and out rap the prince? Man hold up fuck that shit I be grinding my nigga How many fucking tapes... the goon niggas got All my homeboys, the dab addicts Everybody out here fucking with me right now And then these random niggas wanna jump in the game And come and try and talk shit, and bring up their shit You know fuck that bullshit Y'all know who the fuck it is, alright It's fucking Slank, I be dabbin' You can contact Cholmes if you tryna' come with some Lyrical Friction, my nigga Cause we can quarrel, alright, we can quarrel It's like some, some straight up quarreling shit, you don't even know You better believe that shit, you know, E.O.P. shit I told ya, I warned you on the other song, we stabbing niggas in 2014 So just be glad you got a couple months left, my nigga