[ Featuring Count Bass D, DJ Przm ]
Cs the brown bottle busts over your head
It jogs your f*cking memory
Your life flashes before you
In your eyes I spit Hennessey
My rhyme busts in your brain like forced entry
Chop you up and stuff your whole duck crew
Inside a motherf*cking bloody Bentley
Gently removing my hand from a white latex glove
Spattered with blood
While your girl give me a backrub
The back of your head is what I'm aiming at
Using flesh to make collages is the only way I'm framing cats
Naming rats like Kool Keith
Girls love me like Lucy
Even though I act scary like my man Gary Busey
Knock you out with ammonia then I stone you
Spit from California all the way to Macedonia
I own you like a toy I'm sick of playing with
That's why I stuffed you in a hole tied to an M-80 lit
Just like my G.I. Joes I suppose
When my flows hit your grill you're going to need a new knows
This rose has a big thorn
Cnd I'm a child of the corn with a power drill
F*cking up your dorm
Standing in the storm in the street with a hatchet
Ligaments torn I hit your feet with a rachet
My mind you can't match it
Deep wound you can't patch it
Pulling shit out of my trench coat like I was Inspector Gadget
Respect the magic
Put your body up in a chest in the attic
Then I lock it then I latch it
Glutton for punishment
Cccurate description of one truly dedicated to rap shit
Props or not H-town to T-dot
I used to cop a squat headlining in the parking lot
This game ain't got no benefits no investments
My banks a pissy mattress
You trying to ease your way into it
You can't love it if you're scared to go hard with it
I'm going to be PRZM in heaven before I bust an L7
SP and MP until the maggots come eat me
If you disagree don't give me your CD when you see me
If I don't talk shit you will not quit
Cnd I don't want what I haven't got
Big up Sinead
You want to be popular
Demand to get paid
When you don't do that you ruin the game
Because the same dudes run up to me trying to get shit free
CBDJPRZMRIP
You know what I mean straight up