Stank Face Records - The Stank Face Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Rebel Legato] I cook rap with a recipe Gave a little bit before but now they want the rest of me And if you want it then get it but swear you gotta wrestle me My muddy-pawed dogs Get a gla** of that empathy Don't give me none your sympathy I want it all in infamy Up until the day the Lord decide to send for me Don't let my girl sin for me, nah Little epiphany Might just be the piff in me I've been lethal since I showed up Search got 'em at the door I ask em' what's the hold up? While pigs eating donuts I've been moving through the summer Packs on my - back on a mission for the come up Fear my name when it's brought up Scary motherf**ers clinch when a mac roll up I net work til my net worth like ten different digits Got demons in my kitchen like I'm cooking raw tension Nah I ain't nervous because I ain't show it on the surface I just spit it so they know the worth is, Look [Verse 2: Terminal Knowledge] He's been strapped to a leash since he was in pampers Indecent creep with a past between free and fleeing from capture At least be a decent actor, gussied up for the cameras Just because you can rap don't mean you should be a rapper He's a slacker Backwards like reading Hebrew Demand that you free my people Foreseeing a geohazard These are your last words so plead for a plea bargain Seek a priest or a pastor to sweetheart me and speak jargon Been holding the fort down for my forefathers Patrolling from north-south over your township Spoken like true chauvinist pork product Soldiers of brute force in a ford Crown Vic Plain clothes cuffin your ankles Same old same old Puffing a vega I'm straight Finna maintain patience and wait Stank face plain taking the cake and it tastes great baby [Verse 3: Bruce Bayne] Kick in the door and it's f** the welcome mat I'm low-key man, you can tell I'm under that The mission before was to go to hell and back But we stay there, Stank Face well adapt Rinoplast with iPhone apps Detox your rybonucleaic acid in form of albino black kid You're standing by a biohazard sh** you might imagine About that life, semi-autobiographic Man, my b**h be bad but like a bad habit I'm caught up still with her I'm a bad bandit The p**y mean I'm mad at it I mean infatuated She's like "what's in fashion?" Had it down pat that it could have been patented This paragraph worth of text Telling you sh** you heard before How come your a** don't love me no more b**h? The motive has always been money over emotions I'm a remote click away from Oprah Meaning that I'm on my own sh** [Verse 4: Acumental] I got a cigarette addiction and p**nography hobby Started diddling my dick and shot a wad in my jockeys What a mess! We rhyme like behemoths Rise like a phoenix Son got the mind of a genius I'm tweaking yo It isn't feasible to meet your goal Cause I'm a greedy ogre out to beat the clock and seize the moment A reefer smoking ganja fiend with mesothelioma Got Irineo up on the beat So grab the weed and roll it Chillin' at Roscoe's Chicken and waffles Living in brothels Indica tickle my tonsils, ugh The archaeologist digging up fossils Bark h*monyms our job is to belittle imposters So yeah we're doing it and doing it well Stank Face looking like I don't approve of the smell Get Sirius, I'm Backspin and y'all OutQ Clown shoes Ac k**ing off scoundrels [Verse 5: Loud Mouth] It's that spic off crack crime Get a nickel back dime Through a niddle in the middle of a pickle snack time Pissing on your kitty litter Why you salty? Why you bitter? Hit a lick after the liquor Snicker at b**hes who bicker Wicka wicka womp bite a brick and get stomped Beat your head in like a Tom I'm starving like ramadan Body in a box toss it off by the docks Bacardi and oxycots retarded can hardly walk Face down in a puddle; bloody lips bloody knuckles Give your b**h something to s**le Bet I'll f** but never cuddle s** my dick blow a bubble Don't say nothing keep it subtle Now she saying I'm a prick like the feeling of my stubble No precaution, pogo hoppin', photo dodging Cholo people shooting because the southside f**ing looking like Chernobyl Treated like a peasant yet they want me to act noble Wear a shirt, a tie, comply Smile in every photo Y'all must be sh**ting me Fat cat for the infamy Plat Plat at the enemy Orchestrating my symphony Dead or alive but they won't take me willingly Damn paranoia got my whole body twitching G