Bitch I walk around this house
With this piff in my palms
They was always tryna' doubt
Cause they wished I was wrong
Ay
Sippin' on the cloud
In the midst of the qualms
I was rippin' off her snout
F*ck a bitch, hit the bong
Bitch I walk around this house
With my fist always balled
Fingers crossed
Bloody knucks'
Feel the drips when they fall
Ay
Grippin' on her scalp
With a wisk of the arm
Then I'm dippin' off the route
F*ck a risk
No alarm
(Yuh)
F*ck a siren
With the siren wylin'
High pitch bitch
Swing bats to the sky then
Like Bruce with the juice
Lettin' loose in the booth
Chuck a deuce to the back
When I'm ridin'
Bitch wanna' get that piff staff
This that
Shit that you wish happ
Drift trap
Lost in the mist
And I'm tossin' a fist
And a wrist to the gist
When I piss that
Flow out, no doubt
Motherf*ckers sold out
Hold out
Ya' hand for the crutch
Put the gram in the dutch
Don't touch what I throw out
Trash that like it's friday
Never mind they couldn't take half
I may get away
When I make rafts
I play mind games
On a spacecraft
Why blame all the timeframe for the fake?
Laugh, it off
Crumbs on my dick, dive
Drums play the quick vibe
Steady with the tongue
Get it done then I dip, ride
Jump then I sit high
Stung from the tick
Die young when you hung
And you rung till you stick dry
Shun all the strict lives
Spun up the world-wide-web
These celebs
Havin' fun with the sick mind
Sun burnin' thick skies
Run to the tricks, lies
Dread with the spread
Of these one thirty six knives
Ho I don't f*ck
With the games that you play
I got dro in the dutch
I got haze in the jay
Bitch I'm broke w/ no crutch
I'm estranged and I'm stray
Never hope
Better luck
With the maze in the way
Bitch I walk around this house,
Razor blades in the shade
Never touch what I've found
Safe to say bitch I slay
Left the dust on the ground
With the snakes in the clay
Just erupt, then I'm bound
To get play any day...
Motherf*ckers all say yo
But I pay no mind
When I find what I grind
With the saw, halo
Chuck a nade at the page
When I draw, plato
Paul may blow
Like a f*ckin volcano,
Yo
Motherf*ckers all fine n' dandy
Shine their panty line
With the wine they fancy
I can't stand these guys
So I hide in shanty towns
And pound the hounds
While I rhyme
The Anti-Christ
Is back attack while I pack the sack
Slice the facts
And rap till my life is crap
And Light the fatty
Trap while I type and twitch
The mic I twist
Assist then I stifle, daddy
Track the track in tact
Never nice to naggy
Nights are laggy
Sag cause you dykes are faggy
Might get happy
Strapped imma' pipe the witch
And slice her wrists
The bitch
Give your wife to Scrappy (Uh)
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Bitch I walk around this house
With this piff in my palms
They was always tryna' doubt
Cause they wished I was wrong
Ay
Sippin' on the cloud
In the midst of the qualms
I was rippin' off her snout
F*ck a bitch, hit the bong
Bitch I walk around this house
With my fist always balled
Fingers crossed
Bloody knucks'
Feel the drips when they fall
Ay
Grippin' on her scalp
With a wisk of the arm
Then I'm dippin' off the route
F*ck a risk
No alarm
(Yuh)
F*ck a siren
With the siren wylin'
High pitch bitch
Swing bats to the sky then
Like Bruce with the juice
Lettin' loose in the booth
Chuck a deuce to the back
When I'm ridin'
Bitch wanna' get that piff staff
This that
Shit that you wish happ
Drift trap
Lost in the mist
And I'm tossin' a fist
And a wrist to the gist
When I piss that
Flow out, no doubt
Motherf*ckers sold out
Hold out
Ya' hand for the crutch
Put the gram in the dutch
Don't touch what I throw out
Trash that like it's friday
Never mind they couldn't take half
I may get away
When I make rafts
I play mind games
On a spacecraft
Why blame all the timeframe for the fake?
Laugh, it off
Crumbs on my dick, dive
Drums play the quick vibe
Steady with the tongue
Get it done then I dip, ride
Jump then I sit high
Stung from the tick
Die young when you hung
And you rung till you stick dry
Shun all the strict lives
Spun up the world-wide-web
These celebs
Havin' fun with the sick mind
Sun burnin' thick skies
Run to the tricks, lies
Dread with the spread
Of these one thirty six knives
Ho I don't f*ck
With the games that you play
I got dro in the dutch
I got haze in the jay
Bitch I'm broke w/ no crutch
I'm estranged and I'm stray
Never hope
Better luck
With the maze in the way
Bitch I walk around this house,
Razor blades in the shade
Never touch what I've found
Safe to say bitch I slay
Left the dust on the ground
With the snakes in the clay
Just erupt, then I'm bound
To get play any day...
Motherf*ckers all say yo
But I pay no mind
When I find what I grind
With the saw, halo
Chuck a nade at the page
When I draw, plato
Paul may blow
Like a f*ckin volcano,
Yo
Motherf*ckers all fine n' dandy
Shine their panty line
With the wine they fancy
I can't stand these guys
So I hide in shanty towns
And pound the hounds
While I rhyme
The Anti-Christ
Is back attack while I pack the sack
Slice the facts
And rap till my life is crap
And Light the fatty
Trap while I type and twitch
The mic I twist
Assist then I stifle, daddy
Track the track in tact
Never nice to naggy
Nights are laggy
Sag cause you dykes are faggy
Might get happy
Strapped imma' pipe the witch
And slice her wrists
The bitch
Give your wife to Scrappy (Uh)
With this piff in my palms
They was always tryna' doubt
Cause they wished I was wrong
Ay
Sippin' on the cloud
In the midst of the qualms
I was rippin' off her snout
F*ck a bitch, hit the bong
Bitch I walk around this house
With my fist always balled
Fingers crossed
Bloody knucks'
Feel the drips when they fall
Ay
Grippin' on her scalp
With a wisk of the arm
Then I'm dippin' off the route
F*ck a risk
No alarm
(Yuh)
F*ck a siren
With the siren wylin'
High pitch bitch
Swing bats to the sky then
Like Bruce with the juice
Lettin' loose in the booth
Chuck a deuce to the back
When I'm ridin'
Bitch wanna' get that piff staff
This that
Shit that you wish happ
Drift trap
Lost in the mist
And I'm tossin' a fist
And a wrist to the gist
When I piss that
Flow out, no doubt
Motherf*ckers sold out
Hold out
Ya' hand for the crutch
Put the gram in the dutch
Don't touch what I throw out
Trash that like it's friday
Never mind they couldn't take half
I may get away
When I make rafts
I play mind games
On a spacecraft
Why blame all the timeframe for the fake?
Laugh, it off
Crumbs on my dick, dive
Drums play the quick vibe
Steady with the tongue
Get it done then I dip, ride
Jump then I sit high
Stung from the tick
Die young when you hung
And you rung till you stick dry
Shun all the strict lives
Spun up the world-wide-web
These celebs
Havin' fun with the sick mind
Sun burnin' thick skies
Run to the tricks, lies
Dread with the spread
Of these one thirty six knives
Ho I don't f*ck
With the games that you play
I got dro in the dutch
I got haze in the jay
Bitch I'm broke w/ no crutch
I'm estranged and I'm stray
Never hope
Better luck
With the maze in the way
Bitch I walk around this house,
Razor blades in the shade
Never touch what I've found
Safe to say bitch I slay
Left the dust on the ground
With the snakes in the clay
Just erupt, then I'm bound
To get play any day...
Motherf*ckers all say yo
But I pay no mind
When I find what I grind
With the saw, halo
Chuck a nade at the page
When I draw, plato
Paul may blow
Like a f*ckin volcano,
Yo
Motherf*ckers all fine n' dandy
Shine their panty line
With the wine they fancy
I can't stand these guys
So I hide in shanty towns
And pound the hounds
While I rhyme
The Anti-Christ
Is back attack while I pack the sack
Slice the facts
And rap till my life is crap
And Light the fatty
Trap while I type and twitch
The mic I twist
Assist then I stifle, daddy
Track the track in tact
Never nice to naggy
Nights are laggy
Sag cause you dykes are faggy
Might get happy
Strapped imma' pipe the witch
And slice her wrists
The bitch
Give your wife to Scrappy (Uh)
Writer: Paul Schultz Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid