Suit Case Switch

[Sample] "I have lived my life...I have dreamed my dreams Now death, take me away" [Verse One: Verbal Kent] Ayo my raps are like the facts of life We are less alike You're raps are {edited out} just like the cast of Facts Of Life Let me cast a light Shed it even I don't give a fuck about getting even Cause if I did I'd be in the crib in a Posture' Monster, underneath the bed you're sleeping Drink 'til I'm real real wildly Grab a pen can't stop me Fuck around re-write Kill Bill Have it with Uma Thurman and Bill Cosby Have a puddy puddy pop in his asshole Make him pop pills, wake up buck naked Ass up, pants tied with his mouth all [?] faced Found in the ground in a sandcastle I'm a motherfucking master, ask the body No asterisk, I'll body bag somebody So acrobatic, I'll bet you're acrobotic, Inspector Gadget Go-Go Robo Bo Jackson body Never been a better metaphor four slinger Show me a beat I ain't a four four king of And I'll fork over a four course dinner I'm gonna put four little holes in a foe denim You keep closing the suitcase bitch I keep doe in a suitcase bitch Two identicals, do a suitcase switch Pay me your Adrian Peterson switch Maybe get rich Eat at Gibson's on a Tuesday lunch Got a hunch Tuesday you'll be at the Liquor Boy Towne Center every Tuesday brunch [Hook] [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Now I lay me down to sleep Bad bitch laying right next to me Sexing me, wake up, beat that pussy with my diamond teeth These niggas be downing me These hoes should be crowning me Crowning me, G.I. nigga Church/crack house niggas both down the streets Which one you gon' run to? How much bread can he run through? Digging in the muhfucking pack, man you can't make back what the dope man front you [?] homicide is what it come to Black masks when we come through 12 gauge hit him in his ribs cause a motherfucker did what a nigga can't undo Bloody murder, murder Nah, nah can't take that back Fuck the Feds I won't tell 'em shit, go to my grave with that Homeboy wanna go half on a brick, yeah yeah I stay with that Had some snitches slip through the clique Might bring my pager back I don't know why these niggas be downing me These hoes should be crowning me Cop a pound, half a pound, quarter pound, an ounce from me Bought a bitch a pair of J's, she's bagging dope and count for me New Jack City with the titties out Turn around and see what this dick about Gibbs [Hook]