Life

[Verse 1] I'll cock the llama for your chains ASAP, I'ma fuckin' problem Got you cookin' under pressure like the Boston Bombing I'm ducking sirens, snuffin' coppas, plucking wallets And multiplying my profits like I'm cloning Nostradamus Got your crew jumping ship like Somali Pirates Plus a blunt of chronic got me on autopilot So place a bet the way I lace the tracks'll make em fret I'm so fly that I could break the necks of Space Cadets My tongue's a loaded K and my brain is the bayonette You a lil bitch claiming sets with tainted rep I battle prohibition by growing dro in the kitchen Smoking spliifs and blowing o's while your bitch is doing my dishes You mothafuckas never seen a bigger threat I'll puff the killa then I'll give ya the kiss of death These piles of faggots getting smoked like a cigarette Get ya system wrecked for acting sweeter than vinaigrette Or get ya little neck twisted off and ripped to shreds Got bigger scissors than clifford to leave you bitches red It's a fact, my mindset is hazed Tryna rhyme while I'm sticking IV's in my veins Ivy League runner, marathon, finish lines of 'caine Think you run shit, I'll beat you with a prosthetic leg Napoleonic complex, get to ripping your bones apart Just to prove that you fools is more worthless than a voter's card And politics is quite the dirt to get off Fuck the left and right wings, I'll bite the birdy's head off Then I'll get a room full of bitches, give em dead jaw And treat them V's nastier than Kreayshawn, c'mon [hook] [verse 2] Straying away from society's paradigm Yet I somehow stay flyer than the seraphim And cherubim, sipping on the syrup then I hop into my chariot and sniff a line of fairy dust This Maryland Terrapin tearin' your cherries up It's in my blood like the heroin out of the paraphernalia Flow buttery, y'all motherfuckers Parkay Satan tried to buy my soul, I said "I'd rather parlay" Played my cards right so I took his scorching kingdom Released the tortured victims then I ordered hoardes of minions To take up their swords and wield em, and join me in the killing Now we warring on the industry in the form of these mortals spittin' Underground is rising and we forming a militia With the kind of lyrics that destroy a normal listener Decoys deployed to trick ya while they're forcing their agenda But we'll keep on spittin' venomous and poisoning the mixture And yet it seems like everybody's hating me Can't even get a bitch to go down on her hands and knees My last relationship, it sucked and ended fatally I strapped an acid tab to my cock and fucked her anally A wicked bastard in the booth like Ticket Master I got it locked like I switched your password Flip the switch, I'm zippin' past ya, clinically sick with grammar You bitches wanna hinder my position, picket faster I'm the pro-bowler, dro-roller, lone soldier Giving cold shoulders to the world as I blow doja Smoke a potent dutch, society of snakes Throw em in a Cobra Clutch and clutch Cobras, uh [hook] [verse 3] I'ma profit-maker, got my doppelganger selling pot to strangers Hip-hop's savior, the holy flow'll rock your manger When I drop a banger it's positive that your squad's in danger Rock an ox razor, that's just how my mama raised me... Oh wait, she didn't, I'm a product of the system Been in and out of them courthouses ever since an infant And my father didn't bother, not a shocker for this misfit I'm like "Fuck the problems, homie I'll just keep a spliff lit" About my business, but I'm bad company Suckerfree, chill, puff a tree, real motherfuckers Fuck with me, still, I eat pills then I Burn the house down, get fucked up, and rebuild [Hook]