Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus
I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax
That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose
Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
You never wanted dis to happen but debt was your courtesy
You go and push your luck
I think that i must be drunk
You go and push your luck
What the f*ck oh its a buck
You hear that semi clap
Homie you betta dip
No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch
Oldest nation on this earth
So its death before birth
Yes sir, please confess
That's all u need is death
It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death
I'm just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
I shall but love thee better after death
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
Like Nas Illmatic, I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin death
At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares
I'm god bless, I'm a success so f*ck stress
Grow older, closer to death
Now most of us be rootin' for this evil
Don't we have enough death, people
I'm on a death row, so death is a bitch I know
My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw
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Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus
I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax
That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose
Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
You never wanted dis to happen but debt was your courtesy
You go and push your luck
I think that i must be drunk
You go and push your luck
What the f*ck oh its a buck
You hear that semi clap
Homie you betta dip
No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch
Oldest nation on this earth
So its death before birth
Yes sir, please confess
That's all u need is death
It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death
I'm just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
I shall but love thee better after death
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
Like Nas Illmatic, I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin death
At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares
I'm god bless, I'm a success so f*ck stress
Grow older, closer to death
Now most of us be rootin' for this evil
Don't we have enough death, people
I'm on a death row, so death is a bitch I know
My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw
I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax
That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose
Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
You never wanted dis to happen but debt was your courtesy
You go and push your luck
I think that i must be drunk
You go and push your luck
What the f*ck oh its a buck
You hear that semi clap
Homie you betta dip
No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch
Oldest nation on this earth
So its death before birth
Yes sir, please confess
That's all u need is death
It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death
I'm just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
I shall but love thee better after death
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
Like Nas Illmatic, I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin death
At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares
I'm god bless, I'm a success so f*ck stress
Grow older, closer to death
Now most of us be rootin' for this evil
Don't we have enough death, people
I'm on a death row, so death is a bitch I know
My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw
Writer: Michael Landreth
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