Vel 9 - Gutter lyrics

She liven' in the..cus her brains in the.. [Verse one: Vel 9] Yo she smelling like a bucket of piss, yo how attractive Haven't even started the beat, im already getting active Yes im original straight from the crowd How you expect me not to listen and refrain getting loud? Yo i keep it representative of my culture, eat em like a vulture I ain't picky, ill slaughter em before they even line they notes up Rap nerds and they evenly line they nose up Rack em up coke, im only f**in' with the doja And ill still leave they face numb Leave em with some bad brains, brain damage The same savage in the fast lane And i gain stamina every round im rappin' em Battlin', top of the dome status Forget your lines like frontal lobe damage Now you crying in spanish to vela Watching your favorite telenovela Cus ill die being a Xochitl over a Discua Paz Homie im feminine as f** and ill beat that a** Believe me, i mean these things dont last Catch me busting a benefit soon, I'm off of the map Just a disembodied voice in the barn Form of communication is when your webbing with your yarn And you stay laced in Pearls- Will her skin continue to look great curves? Her hair placed in curls? brain great with words? But still she ain't a worth if she breaks from her nerve Nonbelievers are fearful and they ain't even heard of her Servin' these weak emcees yo is what i do best Like taking from they bank account before they even deposited check Im the positive check, injecting ya neck with the potency Coming at me with them roses and poetry Is known to get ya neck broke with nobody noticing Im rolling solo dolo and i know where my homies be See whats the difference between me and you? About 8 mixtapes, 12 videos and the term celebrity Zombie attack, carnivore stat cus these emcees looking dead to me Im radiating beasting on ya nerves, first ill eat right at ya spinal chord Im feeding on ya worth, homie see that im the first to get you straight shook And i ain't even on ya f**in' turf b**h, this ain't a service This is my first sh** to ever drop the surface Untainted like im about to pop a virgin in my pops suburban Or more like mama smurf fukin' with these Hatin' a** lost suburb kids who lost on purpose Can't handle without getting a grip So we squabbin' fists until we settle this sh** Then own ya d**h to clit Im moving urban core Pit stops in the pit lops getting they sh** knocked Missing about forty dollars from they wallet and they wrist watch And a weak a** dime sack off his homie who had just slipped up Producing head of my state, call me chris rock It ain't hard to remember who i be homie, pick pocket pearl..