Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic Can´t disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I´m bad at it
The Mad Hatter, the Perc packer The mom thrasher The Perc mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor A straight tweak, so high I can´t speak Been three weeks, I still haven´t met my peak Like I could be someone other than myself Like I could find a little Heaven up in my Hell Yeah I know it never ever end well Yeah I know I always fall victim to a rich spell Uh, like abracadabra The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums Been raw-doggin´ bitches ever since I went platinum I feel like Hell full of bad bitches Wonder if it´s room in Heaven for savages My life´s a canvas, I´m paintin´ in blood like a cannibal
Rip off his head and I salvage it, huh A little too graphic At least you niggas know that I still got the passion Of someone who don´t got shit, but the clothes on they back And its been that way since way back since Like I´m a killer or somethin´ These niggas lip-singin´ like Milli Vanilli or somethin´ I´m like Lil´ Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin´ I guess, I´m rich, in broke pockets Bountiful, my soul´s empty, so deep, ten feet
Times ten feet Fuck love, it´s gon´ take more to convince me, that you with me
And not against me Where I´m from we loaded up Pop out and turn niggas into mince meat