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Batch Smokes
- I spit platinum, shit diamonds,
- dumb shit to keep you tuned in's the requirement
- No life, no passion, still it’s fine, killing time
- till time kills me like Time In, I'm sleeping tight
- during the day, creepy like Gotham at night
- mind's gone clay, face looks like shit, all right
- if I was doomed to cope till boredom drives me crazed
- might raise up hell like the undead rise from graves
- on my Romero shit, a living dead lyricist
- writing the pain away do make the day, I sleep in peace (piss)
- like lil' kids wetting theirs sheets,
- can pissing one's life away be legit?
- You's a skeptic ?Using shit cards you’re dealt with
- leave you neglected,
- you need that shit that's hectic
- and fuck them NPC's that be living in PC's
- that shit talks for itself like them scheming snitches
- gen pop is snakes
- I stay solid, move with stealth
- speed and strenght
- extend to unlimited lenghts
- they can't see me let alone seize me
- If they ain’t sleazy, my skin’s just way greasy
- Mental pictures, draw quick like Shalashaska
- Colt Single Action Army going « bakka" at ya,
- jump the gun? Fuck that, I'm spinning it,
- and outploy all cow boys after fiddling with it
- Got you stressing over slow deaths
- like Kira from Death Note, ldamn frail
- and fucking hate L's
- lonely as an inmate bored in a dead cell
- holy cum, what the veiny cock?
- Big balls and spray cans we got for plenty spots
- grainy walls get a taste of the gravy sauce
- Pretty hard to digest, this is heavy slop
- we come and go like players shit on begging hoes
- Blood's the chef, suit on, hand him the chemicals
- We crack jokes, indulging in batch smokes
- laugh, choke, hock spit acid and splash folks
- your bones weak, bitch, is you lacking lactose?
- Give us bad hoes palming sticks like they pack those
- stripped naked in front of my child psychiatrist
- like I wanted to send him up the river
- deliver retardness spreading like streets that's littered
- Like a healthy heart, me skip no beat
- beat yo' clit, nevertheless, me take no shit
- from a bitch, I handle it like fat chicks do their love handles
- and get rid of that shit fast quick, classic tactic
- ain't a prob’ to sock you like a naked foot,
- plus, I'm ten toes down to boot your ass, lace it fool
- I tag along to tag schools, pack bats to bash fools
- make baseheads run like they tag up, we bad news
- and act cruel, take the shine off you like we bag jewels
- what's cool? Are we stars or just some bad jews?
- We fool fags, do cool tags, you knew that?
- Life's a crap shoot, that's why guys grab deuces
- and shoot crap, we fucking rude kids,
- like chomos going anal on brats, true shit,
- the type we make you puke with
- come close to the balls to find out what real juice is
- cook this, cook that, cuckoo while I looksmaxx
- mastering the jestermaxxing shit, where the booze at?
- Shoot smack, smack each faggot that sucks more than a fat leech
- or teens that’s promised modeling contracts that quick
- mad peeps ask me like a stripper who lacks seats:
- « where the fuck your ass is?! »
- Wandering off into the wilderness, off to some dark fields,
- which hold that of these
- from where US cats got more Orange than Garfield
- a light feeling of bitterness
- like I ain't never felt no blessings or the bliss of sex
- if you're ever sick of cess
- Got that good shit that makes you beat yo' chest
- check yourself not to wreck yourself, so keep yo' vest on
- and squeeze when pressed, I breeze and best
- cold words like police when they freeze yo’ breath
- Me? No rest, like I need mo' stress, my deeds so great
- get more pissed than the rich who leak Moet
- in retrospect, when push comes to shove,
- just shove and push like a big plump bully,
- dudes? Lots is wuss, plus, rules can't school me,
- I'm forever loyal to being unruly
- you a ugly Sloth, come run with a dumb Goonie!
- "Little vicious bitches looking for fun? Choose me!"
- wrote this on the 'net as a young and dumb newbie
- Cool C with a uzi couldn't get as loosey goosey as me
- let you smoothly drink in my smoothie ass speech. Happy?
- Hate all the shit on the planet,
- fuck life and rape the dead in they caskets
- flip your body like gymnastics
- you play the part, you bitch actress,
- Ain’t no escape, I'm the taxes,
- track your ass down with my radar cause I'm batshit
- fight me? It's like lightning a flame on all matches
- get cremated to ashes
- serial killing like Heinrich Himmler,
- other words, I am H. H., holmes (H. H. Holmes)
- bad to the bone, grabbing the chrome, blasting a dome
- like Homer Simpson, got the bomb,
- this deserves a flick, pass me the phone,
- gotta sell the script to flip it, I'm livid with it
- used to chase beers, now that I'm the raising the bar, I can say Cheers!
- I am your self hatred, make you break mirrors
- stomping sissies to a pulp like we hate queers
- for any query: less gossip, more fight! Call up Jerry
- the show is on, you hoes, begone!
- hype my dude on each life stage, Holton Deshaun
- enough is never enough, better be tough
- tough as rock, rough as cock, rocking the best of Reebok
- want weed? Coke? Beef? Smoke?
- You meatheads tripping, get grilled and served in a meat box
- tick tock, lick shots, get your kisser lip locked
- on the gun barrel slurping the shit like a big cock
- real cooking: dirty shit, no actor, fuck an apron,
- cuisine unique, fucking bastard, word to Ason
- bop your head to the soulful jam
- pop much lead at the doleful lames
- drop 'em dead, smear they awful names
- thoughts of dread, voice is gospel fams!
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