Holla back
• Written by luketheundead
chillin' we on a mission
undead bodies werkin on a commission
lethal decisions
fucc around see the whole goddamm town
joker with a frown
it's like i'm on tilt
got the whole world upside down
feelin shitty
cuz the president is a clown
i sure as fucc ain't down
gaspar yanga university
water boy got to keep running grounds
what's another week at the pound
Ha. rookies can't play, fine ass bitches and cookies all day
judging the world in my purple robes
dedications to the grind
whole lotta bullshit
is what is on my mind digging holes
ancient Palestinian treasures i'm out to find
two hundred gallons
one hundred laps
up to my knees in this muthafuccin bear trap
beast up and break backs
no slacc
one rock
one cracc
whole lotta bullshit
carrying this condemned world on my back
think fast, do the dash
bitches got me panting
Bae always so demanding
handsome and outstanding
Evidence galore
prisoners enduring torture
whole latto money
Goddamm
i gotta make sum more
even up the muthafuccin score
lay my life down in ink
push the line all the way up to the brink
Hermes feet
bitch ass fools unable to compete
too elite for a lackadaisical stink
tough as nails
soft as mink
snow leopard coat on my bitch
cuz we are the truth
filthy rich
fresh ass blood diamonds in my lobes
chains binding me to the throne
everything is illuminated
i'm finally going home
pop pop pop
three gold bullets off the dome
smoke that gucci green
one punch to rupture a thousands spleen
murda murda murda
Exodus on behalf of the queen
You really don't know
You can't handle the truth
Hella producing this ghetto ass show
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luketheundead
Member since February 21 2025