Keen - Lethal (feat. Dkrapartist) Lyrics

(Yay yay)
(Huh)
(Look)

I don't gotta Mac but a but a n***a
Will bust i don't give a f*ck
What a nigga on
And im blunt when I get a buzz
And I'm finna Roll up another
Put em in the trunk
I ain't finna hold up
An army of savages
They living lavish
And they reenact with
The flares of the sun
Meaning my talents'll
Burn you emphatic
Till all of you matted
To Lucifer's cunt (Eni)
Eni mini miney motherf*cker
Ima put em in the gutter
When im funneling
Anybody rebuttaling
All you niggas
Are subtle da pain'll neva
Develop, and neva can you envelop
A way to get on my level
It's hopeless, yu get the notion
If I get to get rollin
Ima set it in motion
I ain't l tryna hear it
Ion really negotia
Ate up on the plate of other niggas
Da kosher
Tasted good nigga, whoa nigga
All y'all sound like clones nigga
Ion wanna hear yo flo nigga
O yo watch on froze nigga
Stop with the f*ckin optics
Of ya pockets an object'll
Neva profit, be cooperative
I ain't really philosophic but
Ima prophet, advising the mind of a Zeus
Ima god
Pick pocket I gotta
5 finger rhythm
All I kno is Robbin
Cuz ion got figures
And I do it with da knowledge
I mind my bidness
I ain't caught up in da violence
Ion got niggas lookin
For me
Ima Square ass
Tootin ya bitch all up on her bare ass
Hair grab
She wanna nigga to pull her back
She be all up on me cuz I'm honest
(Da f*ck)
Reason that call u and it's private
(To f*ck)
Dark clouds really over niggas
That be faking
I'm claiming da reign
Making a hell of a change
Taking the money and fame
Baking the dough wit the grain
Aiming and breaking the bank
Slaying a hoe wit the cane
Cuz i got da crack
Neva double back
Shoot a mothf*cka
Brrr-rrrr-at
Da da da dat
Danny Glover with the weapon
Lethal Injection
Murdering you niggas
Somebody go need a reverend
Fast

Lethal lethal lethal lethal
Lethal lethal lethal lethal

Everybody got a talent
I found that
Man im so high
I cant figure where the ground at (Yea)
Everybody gotta work
For the whole of their life
Like f*ck it
Ill find a way around that
Man im not down with the shit
Round with a clip
Ull get found with a hit
Right in the hip
Got my mind on my business
Which is i gotta kill anybody
On my hit list hear this joint?
U really wanna hit this?
This is dope, but u dont wanna sniff t
This is sicker then syphilis
Mixed with liquids
That will disintegrate
Ur existence
Without leaving any witnesses
This is just a little bit of mischief
I wish this left bodies with the fishes
Don't risk it, for the motherf*cking biscuit
Now that
Weve established this
U can come with the maddest diss
Ull get hooked like a addict is
Get chopped up where the attic is
My songs make u wanna smack some body
Ur terrible, maybe just scrap that hobby (Yea)
I could go to a morgue
And throw u a corpse
And u still wouldnt catch that body, bitch!