Schemes

(EP) Yo, yo, yo, ayo holla' at me, but don't holla' at me Keep a fat hag with a back fulla bacne His hairline workin' on a 3 shape Spare time smirkin' on how to fake a knee-break A true ache for a splurgery Methods it will take like an unneeded surgery A photoshop 3rd degree burnin' me Just so he could earn a G turn to the furnace, see He sell what he stole like a PF shelltoe Just to get up out the hell hole Stuck like velcro, dwell where the smell old Sharkin' chickens up in Melrose! If you don't like it, burn them things Get a new pad with them old dad furnishings Known to run stints with the fowl work Ink on the body plus a shoddy prince albert (hook) (Matter ov Fact) Yo, yo it's clear as the coast is That his vaneers are the grossest Bless a house mic with severe halitosis Nothin' else poppin' for the tall brute Word on the streets that he's shoppin' for a lawsuit Black man and the short male white Known to jam the brakes with the two blown tail lights So before you set your sail with your flight Just make yourself a shandy and throw some ale in your sprite, iiight? Nigga hit the town trollin', crawlin' out the drivers side hit the ground rollin' Things could be deceiving on the journey Even a love tap and he's leavin' on a gurney He's just a poor litigant , who needs a settlement to cope with his torn ligament Neck brace, that's a fashion accessory For a little taste of the cash in the treasury