Rightful Disciple - Pack Man (feat. Eli the Prophet & Ron Solemn) Lyrics

Pack man, pack man, pack man
Pack man, yea
Pack man, pack man, pack man
Pack man
Smoke
This shit is thicker than smoke
Think it's a joke
Split in the middle of river
You'll shiver
You think it'll float
Bitch I'm the goat
Got pictures of bitches, on bitches, on bitches, on bitches
On boat
Disciple the king pin
Let the line sink in
Get to the vet cuz I'm
Sicker than most, woah
Sicker than most, woah
Sicker than most, woah
Club bumping, white nose sniffing the coke
Sicker than most, woah
Cunt f*ckin', henny dumpin' with a cripplin' flow, woah
Money crumbling wind blowing get off my toes, woah
Yea, look, I'm sicker than most
Give me the Theraflu
Wrist is so cold
Not cause of ice, or the drip on my clothes
But if we discuss it I might as well boast
Shit, yea, let's have a toast to the progress of all of us being the goats
Just look at the smoke
It's like I'm Thanos the way I be snappin' these niggas to ghosts, yea

Pack Man, Pack Man, Pack Man
Ass so fat it be rippin' thru her track pants
Pack Man, Pack Man, Pack Man
Max on cash all I wanted was a lap dance
Pack Man, Pack Man, Pack Man
Stacks on stacks pull a hundred for the pack man
Pack Man, Pack Man, Pack Man
Max on dash do a hundred like I'm Batman

You trying who?
Wanna find dude to
Recline you
Fight you
Right behind you
With a
Typhoon
Did a spiral
Till a mind blew
Like you?
I don't like to
But I try to
Uhh
Different than most
Most of these egos can't fit in a ghost
Only they sittin'
Six figure they pickin' a million
It's simple their shit is a joke
Woah
I think it's a joke
How these rappers be clowning you doing the most
Just call me a tote
Carry your soul like I carry the flow
When I get in a mode
I come at your throat like that bitch from Dead Silence
A puppetry show
Then leave in a note
Stay out my lane or you don't say a thing or you next one to go
Cuz that's how we roll
Till we be deceased
As I speak in sheets
We beast on beats
The means meets my needs
To seek greed with ease
My team gleam supreme
Steam way over head
Now stream my team
Slow down we
Way over heads
Eagle my vision is vivid
You see how I'm living it's vicious
Ni hao on bitches they livid
Freestyle I spit to the fishes
Beat down I'm giving to snitches
I will sever Eric Holder
Narrow ledge I sent him over
Arrow's head inside his molar
Now he's dead for more exposure
A shallow death could roll him over
Stash his head in a corolla
Your match is met
I'm Ayatollah
Cap at neck like a corona
Snap it quick
Applaud the poem
What

Pack Man, Pack Man, Pack Man
Ass so fat it be rippin' thru her track pants
Pack Man, Pack Man, Pack Man
Max on cash all I wanted was a lap dance
Pack Man, Pack Man, Pack Man
Stacks on stacks pull a hundred for the pack man
Pack Man, Pack Man, Pack Man
Max on dash do a hundred like I'm Batman

We're not here to motherf*ckin' conversate
We're here to take over this vacuum suckin' landscape
Turning things around the way you can't translate
Build it from the ground like my dedicated fan base
I hope you brought your Vicodin
The Nazis might strike again
Niggas are spying in
Your world starts spiraling
I'm living my life again
These niggas bring rifles in
I'm openin my sight again
These numbers misdialin'
At your door, nigga check your feet
Boots are shakin, can't stand the heat
You're six feet deep floating down stream
Shark bait ooohhh haha
The only shark you see
F*ck it I scheme
To get to the bag
String you along
Then unload the trap
Like a rat in its cage
I unload the gat
Now I understand why
George had to did that
I'm getting to the bag like a nigga work at ShopRite
Dedication airtight
Niggas like to gaslight, mean they gas their own light
Mean they got their own hype, yea
Hold tight, yea
Look, I seen it with my own eyes
Phony ass niggas just be hidin' from the sunlight
Vampire but they blood suckin off your own life
Steady hatin' on you cause they never get they own shine, yea
Pack Man bitch
I'm eatin' her up like I'm Pacman bitch
Making dessert of her ass and tits
I chill for a sec, then I'm at it again
Come take a look at how savages live
Cuz savages act, and they never say shit
This is explicit, this ain't for the kids
Just turn off the song if you know you a bitch, yea

Pack Man Pack Man Pack Man shut the f*ck up this right here is your last chance
Pack Man Pack Man Pack Man call up your girl cause I'm needin a lap dance
Pack Man Pack Man Pack Man get on the floor cause I'm finna be snappin'
Pack Man Pack Man Pack Man, none of you ghosts are about any action