Studio Freestyle 01

Uh, yeah Wussup wussup Aight New shit Uh, yeah, uh Who really tryna fuck with destiny Kitchen full of chefs without a recipe Kitchen full of knives and scattered weaponry Kitchen full of naps, ain't never sleeping up to slaughter motherfuckers in the evening Top of the morning Out there mourning with a casket full of coffee sprinkled over pure Colombian Catch a train and hope they don't go dumb again Catch a flame and watch 'em all go numb, amen The pastor do it, hail mary the gun again Uh I am, the son of sin, the son of Sam iambic Then board the plane to Belgum for the lambic Board the plane to Pakistan for panic Pour the drain and pack it And the jewel case and the jacket Jack a tax refund and smack it With a barcode on a bitch throat Go hard though on a bitch though When a bitch go where a bitch go Where the bitches at? Where the dicks go? Where the Ralo? Where the new teck Where that mil leg? you don't shoot yet But do better, leave your crew wet Make a grown ass motherfucker two step Uh Steppin' out on everything Step up, step up, step on over the the fuckin' rang Get your weight up, wait a minute, motherfucker sing Canary yellow diamonds redefine the kind of bling Every time it come around you say to kill them all Kill the noise, kill the beat, assassinate a bar Barbarian, no hesitation fuck it lay 'em all Down for the night, tell 'em the sandman said "Suck it right" Fuck your dream of like a- Aha, yeah, get that new album