Gangrene - Noon Chuckas lyrics

[Verse 1: Oh No] The pen is still soiled I spill that oil like Penzoil Then Peel you like tin foil The game has been spoiled Call up that temp lawyer Blame it on the sanity so they could get help for you I [?] these bars over that [?] That lost soldier, that sober That ogre, that boss told you [?] That sly n***as to loaned you That rock and roll hall of fame material after I stone you You a loner, I specialize in aromas I let 'em sniff when I roll up a glimpse of that California Then put 'em in that deep level of a coma They rolling up on that [?] Show up I come and f** up your sofa Bunch of little crumbs like I was dumping a toaster Bunch of f**ing bums chill with y'all heads [?] We'll be there to get that Hope cut Ayo, hold up Sit yo' b**h a** down Count this right here [Interlude] [Verse 2: Alchemist] Get money, f** b**hes Turn knobs, touch switches While I cut pies and serve dishes Smell the scent from the kitchen, I'm on a mission Keep the low from the toaster oven until it crispin' Play the door while I perform, you collect admission Needles skipping, the loop's on repetition Palms itching, stand on the mound of dirt Like a pitcher while I'm rubbing my money, grip is for friction It's the bumbaclot clot rasta caucasian blowing wax Limbs relax like a tropical vacation See me in the public, same on the mini cam Composed doctrine know it I'm Terry Lewis and Jimmy Jam Rhythm and blues brothers Flow through the gutter like used rubbers Chain swinging like some Noon Chuckas I'm a criminal advocate, money magnet Seram wrap the work, you looking comfortable Bagging it [Verse 3: Oh No] [Yeah!] Under pressure, I'm a survivor I could throw 'em a time or let 'em expire Rocking a fresh J's, white T attire With dirty Levis, nobody flier They must have wings to achieve getting higher Remember, y'all the customers and we the suppliers Cause we distributing that high to the clients with an institute We teaching the pilots how to fly it See us broken down into a science, read the signs It says it's full of chemicals inside it Like cooking got it bubbling and frying And it's only trouble cause you n***as know it's d**h defying I bare hand scrap, trying rumble with a lion And I'm an animal, who the f** you eying Cause you know we ain't buying it, we supplying it Sending ships pirating while they rioting Aargh! [Interlude 2]