(verse 1)
Im from a team thats known to strangle weak rappers for sport
Every rhyme I write, as fatal as the coke that you snort
Straight to the nasal, Current ain't sh** but pocket appraisal
As faulty as Giuliani for making cop shots fatal
Rock labels, Sell your soul for Cuban Iced Cable
Thai flavor, Blunted with a mango life saver
Rhyme Sayer, Spit the sh** now that cross your mind later
Call X-Ecutioners, Cross fade ya
Little hash in the spliff. Most you rappers ain't sh**
Pleading the fifth, You probably out there trading off drips
And not the cancer sticks that got the cla** all lit
From the Garden State, Home of the suboxone fix
Dropping' sh**, Straight up off the diaphragm
Rapper by trade but b*tches call for mammograms
Plan to Jam like the Peanut bu*ter Sandwich man
When it come to p**y, Eat it like its candy yams
God damn
(hook)
Some only do it for the money
Some only do it for the time
Whatever sh*t is getting ugly
Im trying to get it off my mind. (2x)
(verse 2)
Back up in it for nothing less than a second round
Lick shots extremely fatal cause liquids to hit the ground
Catch me above the clouds, Catching vapors
A force up on the mic like its build from a light saber
Might slay your broad if she needs a new pipe layer
Save the princess from the boat, Light work like your jeans faded
Steam platelets, Make your blood boil, You can't take it
The same muthaf**a that brought you back to the basics. (Im Back!)
Guess sleep is the cousin of d**h
Cuz even fam was sleeping til I sprayed at the chest
Coming to k** it, Die with a vengeance like Bruce Willis
With the quotables thats stacked like the box set, A true spitter
Blue ribbon dutches got my mind high willing
High feeling like my mind got combined by the high ceiling
Thai dealing, as the herb redefines in the mind healing
You pray on my domize, s** my dick while y'all be kneeling
*gag sounds*
(hook 2x)
*freestyles*