Thelonious Martin - Dillinger lyrics

[Produced by Thelonious Martin] [Verse 1] I think i'm Patrick Bateman Or Norman Bates, nobody safe until they pay him Pockets resemble popular faces, populous at them rapid paces He dead broke cheesin' with the shakers places turnin' vegas That armor glisten properly in the light Pompous flow frothy sprawlin like he lookin for a fight Embezzle funds then take ya life Harlequinned, we gon' hit again Dealt a flacid pitch, got us rummagin in and out of those pockets, gait cautious Whip clouded he nauseous Ballad sounding lochness Stampeded the clinic, think he spittin out the hospice Smithin in his closet get surfaced for them wallets Convicts creepin in that civic Frail n***as get the business Hit em sloppy nobody miss him Snatch up ducketts, f** the piglets Villainous in dormancy, feel like gacy with the carpentry Them Koston's stained burgundy Keef particles part, get lit the watch Baker 3 Young Breadwinner momma dropped him the bakery Somebody better pray for me