[scratched] "Get off the mic and get off the coke!" "On the count of three" "1...2..." "one for the cuervo, two for line" "Get off the mic and get off the coke!" "Get off the coke!" [Chorus: Slug] We came here to slit your throat You came here to sniff some coke Kid don't fall like all the rest Cuts through soul and cuts through flesh [Slug] When they started to scream I thought I might, geez, singin "Everything good ain't as good as it seems" Get ripped like flesh, you got kitten's pride I'll make a mess on your set and your dress Handle my business, or handle your princess When I was younger, was no different It's all effort, taste the sweat Screamin at the earth, cause she don't hate me yet Slug HAS to give a fuck, I know better MAN, I'm just a rapper on luck Still stuck in the same mind state I grew up Still paranoid, still waitin to duck, What Tryin not to get caught in the plague Got a lot to say before your dumb ass walks away Load up one verse, let it boom Like a gunburst and left your head sun burnt [I Self Devine] Can I... run up in your settlement Should I... bring wash like the government The flow is dangerous as unguarded children Runnin the streets in a project buildin' So desensitized, got no feelings Numb to the world, 6'4, with the 5 foot ceilings The math is inaccurate, broken dialect, English ambassadors Henesey fifth to the lips and the blunt of this Weed call, great food, seutures, we feelin it I be porno whipped, house looking show ownership When we know he just a worker Makin five fifty somethin, barely controlling shit Keep frontin, I'ma hurt ya Now your face getting scraped by asphalt Off a somersault, flesh wound Bring in a bag of salt [cut sample] [Musab] Surprise y'all, come to bed My nut stains look like wet Wonderbread White and thick, I don't ever bite my lip Give a damn if you like my shit The box is full of foxes Standin topless, lickin the splotches Here kid, want to sniff some coke? Rhymesayers Entertainment, we ship the dope Your dick's short and funny like Piscopo Give it up, man, how you gonna stick the dough Pay me anyway, and you can have that tramp I can get another lady any day They gonna ban my shit like Joe Camel Come off like a sandal, spittin the flow ammo Believe it, get a pack of Whitecastle Cheesesticks And PEEP the remix [Aesop Rock] Smart for the whips, fiddle frame parchment March for the clique, Jughead motor like a mineark on the power cables Chewing through the ?? My slang letter dopeman pretty No free pony rides, no basket of kittens No Playdoh fun bags to reep for Christening Little courts rainbows, Pegasus and Wizards Just me shoving caine in the gash in your throat with the premise Middle of New York with a sack full of action Cash with the school kids toke crack with magnums Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, black hoodie Both crushin with a musket pressed to the musk of the budget And I'm a must of the crunk shit YOU GET DOWN You don't know the meaning of dope anyhow You probably think I'm a joke by now But we got more clay and more coke then y'all [Chorus - repeat 2X] [scratch samples] "Good God!" "Oh my God" "God, God" "God Damn!" "God helped me change" - [Slug of Atmosphere] "Pray to God that you could be like us" - [Grandmaster Flash] "God damn...damn" - [Run DMC] "Oh my" "Lord!" "CUT!" - [James Brown] "God Knows!" "GOD GOD GOD" "Oh Lord" "Dear God" - [Snoop Dogg] "and damn it" "God Damn!" "Good Lord"
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