[Criss Lyric]
What a Pleasant gift/To win I must like sweaty pits/
So lemme drift, high like kites/Outta sight /
n***as bite, twilight type/But I move like/
Werewolves who wear wool/
Sheep's clothing, keep potent Speech floating/
One, fifty Uno, take shots like bu*tafuoco/
Lame n***a rearrange your meaning of flame/
Freeze frame the game still they disregard The name/
But I don't take it to the heart in fact/
My cardiac is part of an ancient artifact/
The other half is buried under the pyramids/
Unlucky number 13/in the zodiac, on some k**er sh**/
They wanna trap me extract my DNA/
But I'm privy to it all n***a, come and get me/
How ever you want it/Multicultured, shoot down vultures /
Never tire when I'm taking over empires /
For the crumbs and crust/I bust a**/
Get you where you headed forget about bus pa**es/
I must spazz/My fetti is peach fuzz but I must stash it/
All before I'm toe tagged and sh**/
Pull a heist then I'm ghost, poltergeist /
Lost sight maybe like once or twice/
f** it, can't say the same for those who lost they life/
Caught up in they own hype/My b**hes ain't the wife type /
More like the night life type/come home drunk, f** me in the morning /
And s** me as I open my eyes, stretch and yawning/
Say I'm rude, but a prude b**h really bores me/
Every statement is fuego diego I/pillage villages and rape beat breaks/
I don't need two pistols to hit fools with this jujitsu/
Punch planks and I headbu*t bricks too/
I smoke aces, poke her face and poke facebook pages/
Super live, do or die got em stupefied/
This that seasoned flavored flow/
Curry goat, ox tail, rice and peas/
Sunday night top cuisine n***a