[Intro: Jon Connor]
Yeah, it's Connor, ChrisCo, Alchemist, Marv Won
Let's do it
Y'all niggas thought this Blue City Club shit was a joke
[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
Yo, I'm killin' every line (Murder, murder), I am a criminal
I'm ready for war, tell your general "Suck my genitals"
Don't come in that water, they gettin' caught in my tentacles
Connor be fuckin' 'em up, tell me something I didn't know
Niggas say they sick, well, you listenin' to the antidote
Spittin' that crack, each syllable like a gram of dope
Mind so sharp, lines slice 'em up like a cantaloupe
Hannibal when handlin' rappers, I am a cannibal
Mandiblе, all these niggas do this for mankind
Punchlines fuckin' 'еm up, it's like they hands tied
Cell phones trackin' me down, I'm on a landline
Talkin' to your bitch 'bout lickin' across her tan line
Bombin' on these niggas, tippy-toe cross a landmine
These boys so lost, they could see Peter Pan flyin'
Writin' high, shit competition keepin' my hand fryin'
Me verse y'all like Tiger Woods verse a damn lion, uh
[Chorus: ChrisCo]
Fuck what you heard, yo, we stay blunted
Good shit, ounces, at least eight hun'ed
When it comes to this game, it's a track, we run it
Rap shit, we run it, yeah, bitch, we run it
[Verse 2: ChrisCo]
As far as skills go, you ain't got enough to manage
Status far past hungry, I'm fuckin' famished
I'll bring the fire to this beat and leave a ton of ashes
They way I'm killin' these fools, it's like they jump in caskets
Old school, I took a bunch of classes
Spittin' doctorate shit, you were the undergradders
Rapid fire flow, soundin' like a hundred ratchets
I got whips like a hundred lashes, you ain't got one that matches
Motherfucker, I got rhymes and connects
My supply comes direct, I built ties off respect
Smokin' these bitches like my cigarette
Cockin' chrome back to hope that slug flies through your neck
Parties at the hoes' crib, never at the stash house
Runnin' through pussy, smokin' kush 'til we pass out
Reppin' where I'm from when I spit from where I'm at
Flint Town, Rock City, this the mitten on a track
[Chorus: ChrisCo]
Fuck what you heard, yo, we stay blunted
Good shit, ounces, at least eight hun'ed
When it comes to this game, it's a track, we run it
Rap shit, we run it, yeah, bitch, we run it
[Verse 3: Marv Won]
Ayy, the fat gangster on the block
I'm Big Worm with that ice cream (This my money)
You a deer in the middle of my high beams (Beams)
I'm the captain of my team
I'll tell a cop go fuck hisself like "Me, Myself and Irene"
I'm the coldest in the streets, an ogre, a beast
Just do what I told ya, capiche?
Or hear the 'matics clap, you'll need your cabbage patch
Daredevil, I am hip-hop's Cactus Jack
Barbed wire (Barbed wire), Marv's fire (Marv's fire)
Think differently, hear pap-pap and car tires
I murder the booth
I am god to an atheist who has never heard of the truth
This crack put 'em in the ER, servin' 'em juice
Take communion or get your neck hurt in this noose
Bye when you see a nigga, and just accept you can't be a nigga
I'm from the D, my nigga, killa
[Chorus: ChrisCo]
Fuck what you heard, yo, we stay blunted
Good shit, ounces, at least eight hun'ed
When it comes to this game, it's a track, we run it
Rap shit, we run it, yeah, bitch, we run it
