Rack City
• Written by Shyzler
Throwin racks,
not up in the city
throw it back,
suckin' on her titty.
Hoes petty,
some not even pretty
I must ask you,
are you gon' be busy?
Up at late times,
spittin all these late rhymes
& i'm so prime,
won't be caught inside a crime
I get great vibes,
baby go break yo' spine
I take no bribes,
better catch up no Heinz
I'm the underdog,
got me runnin' off the chain
you boys take long,
can't run in my campaign
they call me superman,
cause my eyes be super red
we stick to the plan,
i'm so sick like sudafed
when the beat stop,
bars keep running through the track
when the heat stop,
bars be runnin through the trap!
and when the jakes hot,
you know we coming to the house
we in the safe spot,
we all stay quiet like a mouse
we pop like champagne,
blow at them like cocaine
so we don't explain,
we got more guns then Ukraine
explode like butane,
make your faces rearranged
we just like rogaine,
blow your top off get detained
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Shyzler
Member since June 16 2015