Tommy Gunn - Poizon Windz lyrics

[Produced by X-Ray] [Verse 1: Megalon] Scallywag bally spag, box wit a Glock in it Rockin they rocks wit a plastic bag, knots in a cali flag Droppin it, tinted whips with cops in it, somebody's bag Try not to hop in it, dash down the alley fast Somebody profited, stash the hot bisquit by script fast Watch whips clash, badly bad bar stops with the cops in it Daddy's rags ripped, hop in the hot whip, not meanin rap hot sh** Toxic toxicity, pocketed knots I spit it Which y'all should get in which hot rocks in to since I got this Eyes wicked, pockets I suggest you soon should drop the rocket sign Tommy you talkin to yourself again stop it You in the back blocks with knots in ya(????????) not sick Bow to this, I got you noddin like I'm sloppin it Bouncin up and down like you're ridin my dick, watch this All of a sudden you stop noddin and you started to notice You co*k-ridin son, leave you like "when is he gonna stop rhymin?" When you like "stop, sign em" I'm from the rock bottom We don't pop Glocks, Glocks poppin cops that got them Neighborhood watch, pop pop pop stop watchin Knock knock knock slugs in the door, I tried to tell the cops stop knockin Lets get it proppin, my rock stockins gogglin ten When I stop rockin your head 'gon start ringin Like bringin it to the back to the top risin Bringin it back to the block, how y'all been? Rock choppin, got knocked again Knockin on the wall, rhymin locked in Eyes wide open layin on the cot plottin My pen jottin hot one after hot one, now not signin I'm not stoppin til everybody in this industry knows who I am C.o.'s got they snot box knocked in I caught another case now everybody knows where I've been Monster Island [Verse 2: Rodan] Born social equality, found psycology representin son I couldn't imagine that bullsh** if my name was John Lennon Build castles on quicksand museum figures f.aggo.t n***as wax crews Displays exposed flesh wound was like hot branded tattoos Jewels pierced the body, accupuncture intricate Tense pressure points on the junks On some distant infinately different sh** Witness it, extend like avenge peon Adramada Tenticles read the penticle, measure sh** like a borometer Bombin ya, translate ya actions like a dialect Interperet misinformation false application, third eye lie detect Inactive thought pop mentality head severend Make blood s**as unsuccessful in everyday underhanded and therend Monster Island bretheren, six degrees like hexagon 120 lexathon Torture snakes all night long like a s**'a'thon (???) dark images disturbin Gods of flight and wisdom chillin black child a be rockin a turban Post urban landscape and even teradactal sillouette Smack the drool out yer mouth so motherf**in hard make your pillouette Rude awakin, sleep forsaken, rest is (???) for months Project thoughts other places, I occupy two spaces at once Divine evil hunch, hip hop inhabited subterraneously Ambidextrious, write two or more verses simultaneously Trained to be true and find a secret and silent daily rich Who you now frontin ta be, so I a**ume another alias True identity a Ben Afra hit ya preventin all the finger printin Head essential lightning agency throats, thinkin of Hilary Clinton [Verse 3: Gigan] Before you go, let me know if you wanna start some cheddar Cuz if we don't know if it's hot or not, but you accustomed to this weather We can network, no stress you be set but work Just beat me a sense and audi over there Dressed in a skirt bloomer, stuffed up after that Every ab slumpin in, chucks on stop through to pick up the mad dough Go get your pc weezy, like a regular gig Where dis (???) one big lump, the kids eyes jumped out Who makes (????) his face, we have got to watch em But we don't come across em, just snake test em Version it off with a 8 ball free base and then you escape with A worth, but for with all so what's eight, so we dough god f** it, we got the new odds you chop to this rinky dinky spot Without cops, knock, oh bud, after that we on amtrack Back and forth with shorty in front We watchin it from the back of the cars He act up, step up and slap ya broad, get my tyrannosaurus rex on Attackin the thing, no question Spice it up like chicken szechuan Shanghai'in any n***a that wanna flex they chron....