Smokee Tokess - Art Of Rap (freestyle) lyrics

Whatever my targets on I carpet bomb My man Karthik gone, wrong, running out of sodom with a semi lob on. Smelling rotton, that's a horses head in your daughters bed cos I caught you slipping now I'm sitting in your kitchen. Safe crackers grey matter sprayed back (uh), my heist game remain dapper gay chatter, made you sound like, the queerest fella, trying to tickle with the nearest feather make you fear this cellar, you'll be here forever I was just a teen jumping on my trampoline, smoking ample green getting lean, with this tramp Pauline. Once she tried to set me up, I had to trample fiends, grabbed her by the ankle ring and mangled her like a mandarin Then for no reason, I told Liam, the Cambodian opium that I sold Ian at 4pm, was old and mouldy and, so he's O.D'in, cold and he won't speak, and his nose and his throats leaking