StR8 GUttA - Last In Line (Remix) Lyrics

As a wack emcee, you slack and N.G. and limp like a pimp on bended knee
As intended key, player a slayer my claim to fame where we dwell
A hell raiser, the ebony taser second to none, a remedy phaser
Beckon I stun for miles the denial weighing in at a ton, like piles of files
Okay again its begun, like L to the U to the D to the A
They wince at a glimpse of the prince on display scolded for being molded
From pottery clay for robbery pay, the commodity way to lottery day
Rover to Hova, slut in a rut like Nova it's all over, Bulova jack just a
Dozer that buster, poser flack fluster Grover you lack lustre
When my pastor pinned, he was fast to find I'm a mastermind, yeah, the Castor kind
But gassed to grind, as a bastard blind from being asinine, now I'm last in line
When my pastor pinned, he was fast to find I'm a mastermind, yeah, the Castor kind
But gassed to grind, as a bastard blind from being asinine, now I'm last in line
I disheveled the ghetto to revel like Geppetto, what they brung was slung
In rental stilettos, for amaretto Corettos, an Atilla for Scrilla
Vanilla, Magilla, gorilla, the thriller killer its realer is a dealer, here we reside
Abide or collide, wanna ride its bonafide homicide, you gonna hide to solicit
Administer contents a don vents, explicit and sinister the finisher, news reviews
Glues on limbs in crimson ooze lifeless, the trifest are righteous
Priceless, frenemy identity crisis suffices when getting it wrong a must
The nicest I'm spitting with prolonged disgust my flow robust, like woah no rust
So trust they thrust, in lust adjust
When my pastor pinned, he was fast to find I'm a mastermind, yeah, the Castor kind
But gassed to grind, as a bastard blind from being asinine, now I'm last in line
When my pastor pinned, he was fast to find I'm a mastermind, yeah, the Castor kind
But gassed to grind, as a bastard blind from being asinine, now I'm last in line
My chat's so relentless, this frat blow stupendous a badman apprentice, he can't scan horrendous
So that plan defenceless uncharted bombarded an elf with a shelf of wealth, self-discarded
Retarded, I'll extort a reporter in order to slaughter your fam on the camcorder
Got my quota with soda, Liotta, I'm Ayatollah rely on what I supply, you're bipolar
I'm solar, a high roller, the hitch switch professions took for a chinook look aggression's
An inner city slicker the fault of malt liquor pale as ale on a scale, I'm off the richter
A stricter encryptor, rationed provisions titans were clashing, like fashion divisions
Splashing physicians, my deposit is auditory so frolic with pollock as ya closet suppository
When my pastor pinned, he was fast to find I'm a mastermind, yeah, the Castor kind
But gassed to grind, as a bastard blind from being asinine, now I'm last in line
When my pastor pinned, he was fast to find I'm a mastermind, yeah, the Castor kind
But gassed to grind, as a bastard blind from being asinine, now I'm last in line