Trunks - Last Laugh lyrics

[Trunks] I'm landlord of the amp cord, priest to the beats Preach to the choir, set fire to the streets (pick apart ya flow arm?), torture rap, ya weak rat Put space in your bars, control alt delete that Heimlich flow, it got you choked up Wanna copy something, come and paste these nuts Fool me once then shame on you Second time around that joke's on rue Ever wanted whoever get it whoever gotta Whoever pumped it, whoever co*ked it, whoever shot 'er Body shape you til your bones are like maracas Dre with the game, drunk on vodka playing docta Now that's an image for the mind, I'm picture perfect in my prime We can scrimmage for the line Man I'm in it for the grime, and I'm in it for the shine And you in it when it prime, and you in it for.... fine I'm like a pistol wielding poacher For all of you culture vultures Snapping your girls over the shoulder Boulder holder Told you they figure they bigger? Dig a bigger ditch Beat him with a brick Til all of his limbs twitch Grind on his b**h Til the DJ yells switch ???? carved in stone That's carving out an itch You itch for a scratch Ain't no cure for your poems Ain't no future to be had From no cubicle walls (Poe of?) disgruntled workers See his bosses neck and choke it Wrote his will On the back of a pack of post-its On that note, I regret to inform his closest Friends and family, his future now is hopeless Light at the end of the tunnel, you n***as should focus Cause what's coming, trust me, you can't afford not to notice Yall finished, I'm just getting started Hear yall rhyme my heart starts to harden