Bars

My chopper yosimite sam
That semi it blow go kablam
I make money this s*** not a scam
Trade ya fam for a mufucking xan
She suck d*** she suck d*** give it hickey
These niggas they mice, mickey
44 bulldog it hit with the blicky
Me an money stick together sticky
If she not giving top she cant kick it
I got issues but u cannot fix it

if she dont hawk tuah iain finna talk to her
yeah i got probs, too, i'm a lost cause stupid
ok i'm not clueless, i got solutions
my glock shooters rock rugers u get shot loosely
i am not human, poppin off and u got bruises
got a lotta music made from thoughts of lucid
i cant stop consuming all these fraud rumors
learning from the consequences of the proper failings
how ima finesse the pesos,
ima stretch and spread dinero

i wet the pen and i get the pencil
my weapon stick, call it confederate
it leaves blemishes unedited
u need a medic, kid
my heavenness is predicated on medication
own several stations and my tenants training
forever waiting for a demonstration of my severed patience
if you didn't get that statement maybe u need a facial decoration
spatial bifurcation
what i'm saying is i'm spraying spice right by ur faces

That’s correct, I’m ‘03 mode, get rich or die tryin’ yet we make kings
Insurrection is a K.O., please no, your s*** is like crying at a wake, jeez
Because I wish you weren’t dead rotting,
But your casket’s opened, so I can still see you’re bodied
Cash flow 007, I get odd jobs with red dotting
Mass code “fuck them” notes repping, a lot of beef like Red Robin’s
You get shot to the head, squeeze with address, Jovani

So crazy, i'm snow fadey
I got ho ladies who wanna suck my toes maybe
YMCMB im rockin that cash baby
Gimme that ass lady
Tryna f*** it fast lately
But maybe ima crash mainly
Out on the Grass daily
Smokin weed what i need, i feel like Bhad Babie
gettin richer by the minute i f*** strippers from statistics
dont fuc w twitter hit my insta,
i deliver all the d*** c**

D**** keep me up
I be too stuck
I need a s***
Im tryna f***
Tell a b**** wassup
Then she eat my butt
Dont give a f*** bout nun
More money always the outcome
On the low I might have an album
Skeeted all over her til she drown c**

it get spooky it get very skary
make him kill himself like hari kari
pcp blunts im asap bari
niggas hate i aint sayin sorry
big sticks this is not atari
race cars yea my whip ferrari
never stoppin like im always movin
silence of the lambs my favorite movie
chop make em dance now its getting groovy
pinstripes yea im rockin ksuuvi

Smoking crack with Rob Ford in the back of a Contour
I got stacks for glocks and chords, strangled and mangled, that’s amour
Encore for the .44, shoot you in your face at the strip club
Before I race, 40 more, and I do the w**** that you b**** love
Know I’m back like ripping spines, prophylactic rap s***
Lots of gory mischief in the night,
Carrot (carry it), a stick, dumb rabbits
Mouths foaming for PCP, get a bite
Now you diseased to me like some rabid
Suppository of s***ting knives,
Prolapsing ass, ick
Get your ass kicked a thousand ways
I’ll pack it up quick like I’m counting days
Mounting pain, you can’t climb the verse
My rhymes touch the youth more than Catholic church
Jesus Christ, sending emissaries in a casket first
Demons so tight, I convinced missionaries they have to convert
I’m the first to say violence is necessary,
Clockwork silence with the names I bury
Spray your brain with Agent Orange
Not words that I use to leave you domeless
Making rooms out of a vagrant’s corpse
How the f*** could you believe I’m homeless?

This is grown man business, so quit playin
Might drive down your block like a lawn tech
And start spraying

you wanna guess the color of my mary jane?
is it purple is it green is it very plain?
better not be sprayed, boi dont play
got don julio
im a fool when i drool in the studio
tequila got me feeling like i cant be anxious
im on one like rick ross ima slam in paris

All my life I’ve wanted bravery and patience
Acronyms and helpful lessons
Be real and very early
Time is of the essence
Authenticity is in short supply
So I gotta stand tall
Displaced from the fakeness around me
I don’t have the wherewithal
No p****, money or weed
That’s a real nigga withdrawal
If I don’t succumb to pride then I’ll never have to fall
But oop - bing bam boom pow
It ain’t that simple
I’m but a man so I’m dumb
It takes a tribe to build a temple

So priceless it can't exist
This life is but a fib
S*** get real just like a film
smoke an eighth and drink a fifth
Potential To Stack Dough it's spelled out for me
stacking the salary powerfully, it's alchemy
that ass is so massive if i dont have it it's a tragedy
life is fantastic when u bypassin the past actions, sleep
like relaxing with a baddie who inhabits your brain cavities
moving back to reality, getting attacked actuality
thats in my mind, i'm delusional
but i'm fine, life's confusing tho
and my bride likes to chew and throat
she survive off my human rope
kodak spice what have u just wrote
ima pipe on you and nicole
and my wife she is beautiful
kill that bootyhole that's a pooping hole funeral
estupido idiot i'm stacking my trillions
shoot my shot and i'm hitting it
100% my statistic is

You did it again. Those near rhymes after actually were hard as s***

dear friday,
it appears on this night in january
the vibe, i rate it's legendary
bad b**** hit my line they wanna give head in February
i want neck in my obituary
i stretch her like the dictionary
she send more pics than pictionary
i envision d***ing her kidneys daily
i'm giving nicki a baby
my wisdom's risen, i'm visionary
rhythmically habitual,
she kissing hole w no mistletoe,
my d*** exposed, dont gotta rip no clothes
unless its polyester my only regret
for my birthday i only want neck

I give that girl a hollowed back
Hit it good but wont call her back
Gwen Stefani i Holla back
that twat'll give me a heart attack
she wanna ride spice for hours
my money old like Eisenhower
she hit my d*** like a nic, call it Richard Nixon
her limit's nonexistant; she suck balls like the b****'s gone fishing
she got that d***ened prescription
bust a bit on her titties,
run a train to her city
i'm not afraid to get litty
im slept on like sleeping dogs
i smoke herb like cheech and chong
they should lock up Diddy Kong
and his daddy too, whats that s*** he on?
we all wanna bang Peach, and hang meat from the damn tree
but why he name his son after diddy dawg?
s*** lookin sus, wondering when will he pause?
hit me with the biggie wall, or is it the Biggie Law
cuz biggie was fat, but did he do that?
you can't really go back
life's giving me swag
so i'm dripped up in RAF
cuz i splish when i splash
put my d*** in her ass
dip, and give me a bag
rub her c***, and give me a bath
spice lit, the rhythm of rap

She said “cum in my mouth”
I told her she’s got spunk
Knockin boots on the top bunk
Her candy’s all on my junk
I’m catchin cramps like a Unk
That p**** can take a chunk
She says I’m kinda like a hunk
Jump off the bed, 360 dunk
To the sound of 80’s funk
Soon as I came her heart sunk
But then she sprayed me like she’s part skunk

My flow in IMAX, so cinematic
Syntactic masterclass addict
Can’t stop flowing and going pass passing
No this is the result of studying Illmatic
Drops of balls, coming up fantastic
You all wanna brawl? Dummies crash tragic
Master baiting new beef with a handler
Anticipating new weak like calendars
Encapsulated on the fly, can’t stand the Earth
I’m captivating the wise, shine like a chandelier
Putting (Putin) the rush in (Russian) you cran (Ukraine) like Vladimir
Pushing the pain, my guns bears, cavalier
F*** the game and these scared rappers
Pullin’ like a crane, I’m in the cut, b****, cadaver

Say my name like Heisenberg,
My game is despising nerds,
Nicer words don’t exist in this,
Today, biters get blast s***less, b****
A Tyson verse, bye turd, a little pinch in this
You get your ass kicked to space in a actual instant, b****
No matter if I was a fighter or an astrophysicist
Your matter splattered with a light burn and gab learned from Blackalicious, b****
You like my guts? Of course, try to up
Magic hail storms your form, die you f***!
Stab you from more jagged angles than a Cybertruck
Laugh at attacking angels when I try my luck
The way you see me radiating over small things
That’s how you know I’m micro waving for all days
Typos may cloud with the rhyme schemes,
But I rain out on yall, just a light spray
Klondike on the mic, blame me for writing gold more than always

nine o' clock
slide my cock inside thighs and twat
spice a rock, like you poured thyme on cock
is it time to stop?
freaky friday which way the minds will swap?
barber gave me a high top
smoke weed, get brain, thats high top
she a hopper not a scholar, i call her iHop
me and her locked in thats my slime knot
how much money do i got?
depends on luck and my knowledge
i tried college just to decide losses
i'm honored than a rhinoceros
look at the sky awnings, you can see that guy yawning
im talking J Christ, got it?
alright i slide, pop it
pull out that nice wallet
so i can buy an Audi
you want me to say i'm sorry?
i'm 9/11 like a flight floppin

I'm with a b**** from Pakistan, i'm talkin Atlanta
I'm with a b**** from Cleveland, I'm still talkin Atlanta
Prisoner of Azkaban,
can spice make these racks, i can?
tan sweatpants like the sand in Afghanistan
she thinks she has a man but she dont understand
it's God's plan the way i conquer your land
tryna manifest my destiny, and i suggest u heading meat
get more head than beheadings be
i got ebonys and Stephanies
a fire recipe to have s***with me
in the tenth degree, she gon neck for free
spice telepathy, so dont u lie to me
with your chamber of secrets, i cast a spell on we
she gon be riding me for perpetually
in heaven we get the melody
it's telling me that the racks come easy like ABC

They better cut me some Flack
Before I kill them Softly
I’ve got moxie
Let a Playa Rock
Like I’m featuring Boxie
Hop in the jalopy
Watch em imitate and copy
They could never be this cocky
If there’s one person, I got me

Picking shrimp out my grill
Cuz I just had my fill
Had to treat myself
Cuz I just cracked a mill
And I’m only goin up
I am not jack n Jill
Yous a fake pimp
My mackin is real
Your money is a valley
My stacks is a hill
You totin that plastic
I’m packin the steel

she crank my d*** up but im not soulja boy
cranky when i woke up, but now im an olda boy
they tellin me im intelligent
when that frontal lobe is connected then
making lots of sense is everything
i get lots of cents it's evident
you shot some men and left the evidence
thats why you rot in prison, had a pot to piss in
didnt think u was in a spot to listen
now this optimism got me skrilla
and u awful ditchin' cuz u crossed, u snitchin
they had an opp suspicion and caught u slippin
now ur dead and off the grid cuz u wanted to talk ya s***
offices full of f***ing officers
they applauding her cuz she sucking cock at work
they go cop berzerk, schizo psycho
or am i a schizoid? u a b**** boi
stay on my d*** boi, u aint s*** boi
yaint een eva learned how to exist boi
poo butt like dirt in a ditch boi
in the mud u sink boi
in the mud with kip, oi
she squirtin and she love it
i bussed it cuz im on a budget
condom busted but im not dumb
long discussion and i got one
talking a bundle of sticks, a coat hanger
i aint no sanger, but i can outstroke taylor
do 'em like baby hitler, hope she aint a stripper
i hope u cant deliver this wicked little critter
adjust it and go back
i'm above it i'm so lax
dont discuss it, i won't snap
life i love it, it's so rad
im at the summit where snow at
climb the spicer, i zone that
i type and write her, that ol' thang
i got the sniper it go bang
i despise ya, ya dont hang
watch the bullets, they don't jam
covid disguise on the report
i compromised the whole resource
im just kidding they did it
why they arrest Fauci it's suspicious
big pharma made us victims
forced us to make a decision
call me bob cuz ima build em
if u cancel me ima bill 'em
forcibly like they aint got no william

Popular, so chill I’m talking brrr
Off a pill I copped in Worth
Got a lot of words,
I’m out of turns so why ya swerve?
Chopper got a kickback like Cobra Kai
My shotty broke my wrist back, supposed to die
Wanna chit chat, but my voice motorized
Break your ass like Kit Kat, deploy coping eyes
Yall traumatized, I’m laughing like yall not alive,
Act in spite, I’m surprised you write,
Can pop your life like a can of Sprite, f*** your ice
Hit you like a tambourine, come and fight
No calories, you light, my gun needs a new mechanism
My dad bought me a new one, pass the Glock around, nepotism
Caught with the smack, yall duck down with the pessimism
Mess your form? Hardly, I caught 3 murders when I finesse and score property
Yes I popped three, I count restiform bodies
See the head explode on me,
3 burner phones chopped and pieced, Lessons warned but not for me,
you out of fiends,
I’m out the scene
Cut the track now before you try to rap with me