Ska - The Wat lyrics

Can smell the fumes of my empty tank Barreling down the highway ploting to knock over banks Who the f** said your name skank Keep outa my thought bubbles While I try to masturbate Dope as f** go head have an ounce of dust While I take you on a trip That trips back on us To the place that oozes purple p**y puss And your looking like you know what the f** is up Ska be thinking and blunt ashing So dont be offended when you ask a question And I dont reply cause im supa fly And really high, schemeing how im gonna k** this guy God f**ing dammit I always got sledge hammers To break hands and femurs In the back of a black beamer Tyring to get the truth so I take a couple tooth And make you eat gla** till you finally puke Up what I wanna hear you ratted on my n***a "oh my dear" Well now we gonna have a swinging time here Do it old fashion style with a noose and a body Till the 5th one My ties are getting sloppy Used to cut off ears to get paid in poppy Opium, dopeium Hell im selling my soul for lunch Getting brunch with pinkies up Tea and crumpets, sew me up Powdered wings and trench coats n***as think we came to america on dope boats Cause we got packed and some of use got smoked Like rocks from a crack ho My crystal methods cut with Revolution Cause im sick and f**ing tired of the human existance And im trying to spread the word peacfully, understand? But once and a while I just gotta k** a man My dicks sharp but my knifes in it to win it Been in a dryspell for a whole minute, till I hit it Dont scream my name while were f**ing Or else ill go and get a dagger and a bucket To bleed ya like a stuck pig I got plenty cops around to cook enough bacon for the kids Acting straight laced you dont know me im laced With paste, of crushed up molly and lucy with haste Cause id love to get my paste on your face Crocodile h**n, make you feel dead again Coke cut with dewormers, glad im just a f**ing burner Acid made of RC's Ill take the reall stuff please Ya'll fakers living fake lives Doing fake d** dont look me in the eye Bunk sh** in Austin, whats this world coming to? I spent a couple bills and all I got was fake charlie choo Smoking on newports Make my childhood memories hurt Cause I had to make blood squirt In all directions, leave bad reflections On my karma In beruit bakery eating a shwarma Got no money so I keep harm-onzing On these beats, rapping feats Till I got no more soul to my heated flows And I can't rhyme no more