Trey Christie - Rush Hour lyrics

[Verse 1: Jazz] I might be chilling in the middle of the freeway Lawn chair, laptop searching some ill sh** on ebay n***as can't see my vision Like where the f** did I get it? Who the f** thinks dry humping a midget pigeon Sixteen years of Sadism I made victims out of old ladies, cops, bu*t pirates, and hipsters Lipstick couldn't cover my lips From spitting this sick sh** that's giving me blisters Whiskers on my dick, still getting my stem licked By Kim Kardashian and her sisters b**h skip the mind tease Magneto, but Pica**o with the rhyme scheme Murdered the rapper, his fans were at the crime scene Crying their eyes out while I'm in the back of the squad car sneaky smiling Notoriety rising right below B.I.G My steelo like c**aine sightly I like onion bu*ts slightly ripe on s*uts that like plumbers cause my pipework's nice [Verse 2: Trey Christie] Yo girly, I can't help my bluntness Let me change her world, and grab at some fungus ??? I diminish are then finished And reminisce on the bliss of my nemesis Yeah, you'll remember this I'm from West V, 304 (tree O fo) f** a ego, I'm quarter past negro, more Blasian Us blazing on a everyday occasion And since our time on earth is temporary Attempt to make it extraordinary Some of us very talents never reach the ears of our peers Disappear when they disagree In disbelief, this ain't your year Later appear when you reach around us fear I'll be right here Chest high, grinning off the list of women I f**ed Keeps a ??? I'll never mention a shoutout to the one's there Paying attention to my come up Beavis and bu*tf**ed, no bu*thead Destroying beats till bloodshed Kick back, present illness You feel this f**ing realness romanticism Painting imagery for the mind of my enemies Now visually countryf** your memory You remember me Broski, Janoskis on When I press this overhead sh** Like the lips around the tip of my head b**h I cover her in all white like the solid b**h I dressed it