Sepa - Shevchenko lyrics

I used to get feels on a b*tch Now u throw shields on the dick To stop me from that HIV sh** And n***as know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playin the villian Prepare fir this rap k**in Biggie Smalls is the illest Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered "What you talkin bout Willis?" The thrill is gone, the black Frank White Is here to excite and Throw ick to dykes B*tches I like em brainless Guns i like em stainless steel I want the f*cking Fortune like the Wheel I squeeze gats till my clips is empty Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D Man) Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some sh** Come to spread the bu*ter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low k**er d**h trap Yes I'm a het black ninja Comin where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring Youse the number one contender Lookin cold booty like your p**y in December n***a stop b*tchin, bu*ton up ya lip and From Method all you gettin is a can of a**-whippin Hey, I'll be kickin, you son You doin all the yappin Acting as if it can't happen You front and got me mad enough to Touch somthin Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island And ain't afraid to bust somethin So what cha want n*gga, ya punk n*gga I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw Kickin down your god damn door (and it goes a lil something like this) f** the world, don't ask me for sh** And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop And n*ggaz pack the clips, keep on Two, comin with Olde E brew Meth-tical, puttin n*ggaz back in I.C.U I'm lifted troop You can bring yours wack a** crew I got connections I'll get that a** stuck like glue, huh No question, I be comin down and sh** Yo I gets rugged as a motherf*ckin carpet get And n***as love it Not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man! Baby accept it, utmost respect it (Assume the position) Stop look and listen I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens Welcome to my center Honies feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the winter Far from the invenetor But I got this sh** sewed And when my Mac unloads