Count Bass D - Sickle Cell Lyrics

From the slaughterhouse to the supermarket's how I spark it
Niggerish vigorish some ol' loan shark shit
Make more wax not Netflix & chillax
Test my syntax, you need to relax
More beats than Dart Adams tweets
Niggas nasty sit on any ol' toilet seat
Some race rats & chase cats. I speak facts
To the players & macks, who's pockets' jam-packed
Don't mistake my confidence for arrogance
The ways in which you rail against leadership
Feeble stones, shan't sink my battleship, so let er rip.
Got drums, not drumettes or wing tips.
Sense of smell from the depths of hell
In a nutshell, iller than Sickle Cell