POOR CONNECTION - Silk Road Lyrics

Got the drum on me like 太鼓 yeah we shooting up
And I put it on my old bros know we going up
Tires spinning like a game show better buckle up
And I'll pop you in your torso you ain't tough enough
I don't care how much I blow
I just want to take it slow
And I'm shooting like a pro
Ashes coming down like snow

Raf Simons on my feet not no Concords
Silent Hill demons haunt me in the corridors
Left 4 Dead fending off against a zombie horde
Imma die here I won't be alive for sure

We ain't talking street racing when I'm on the Silk Road
I've been being patient I'm waiting for the payload
I can keep a secret I won't be sharing all the source code
I've been going crazy lately Always on X Games mode

Rally B drifting whipping in a 4 door
Thoughts are racing through my head they sounding like nightcore
Dub bitch sent a pic she an eyesore
I keep all my drugs and cigs in the sock drawer

おら おまんこ みせて くれ (ぼけ)
Your flesh is rotting away (away)
Watching your life decay (decay)
You are so useless to me