Illa Ghee - Rum Raisin lyrics

[Verse 1] You're on my sh** list for (?) You dinner n***as breakfast Fever spitting the sickness I'm reckless I'll have your top spinning like an exorcist Exercise will push you Grab your sh** and mush you Heating up a drug spoon Add a little mushroom Shoot it in the crowd The effect is how I touch goons Crush grooves, clash titans Hammer clutcher My flow crush (?), leave you crippled with crutches (crutches) Leave you after the eagle bleed you Only the picture on the coffin the the way to see you See I'm thorough from that don't give a f** breed She wanna succeed so I let her s** seed Life s**s so I spit out d**h rap Bittersweet moves, a sh** smoother than Exlax Catch the fact theres an x on your back Imma extract slugs where your body is stretched at Illa [Hook] Make it good without hesitation Make it taste like a rum raisin (yeah) Machete black like my name Jason I make it taste like a rum raisin [Verse 2] They call me pistol grip Illa New day same sh** Gun open relationships, Jada and Will Smith The hater The hate make you throw a lawnmower Spit inside your soda, meet a lyrical ogre Rap walk along ocean's shoulders I'm Pepsi cola with a shot of king cobra King of the thing smoker King of the ring King snatch your bling and then rock it My block knock your eye out the socket Feel me when I spit that full contact ebonics I'm Ebeneezer And this procedure that I give will give you seizures Flows a gun in a room with Jesus Getting head under the bleachers Hot weather, s** on the beaches Reach and get reached, found dead in the creek All you missing is your soul, back, neck, and your feet Aim the four at the brain of the law Illa Ghee rap raw, sniff the coke off a chainsaw [Hook] [Bridge] Die motherf**er, die Die motherf**er, die Uh huh (Uh huh) Yeah Let's go [Verse 3 (fades out)] Blacksmith, ghetto gat activist Shots accurate, got the zip cop the piss (?) Tear gas...