2morrow Night

[Verse 1] Riding with the riders, with the mileage on the pilot Couple bottles and some models and some condoms we be wildin' Choppers in the closet, for the watchers who be plottin' Watch me burn this shit down, like Sodom and Gomorrah My mama and father had some problems but regardless It was obvious, I would be a fucking monster and a goblin Killers move in silence but gorillas move with violence And my niggas move with choppers, and maracas, and Obama’s And the time here, llamas and the Tommy guns Tomorrow never promised but I'm promising your time is up Line em' up, eeny, meeny, miny, grab a shotty, everybody's fucked Heard your bitch a hottie but she proudly, will not prolly fuck Stomping out you soul until body jump, copy cut Semicolon, space, point, comma, what? I'm a nut Wave strong enough to fucking stop a truck Smack you with a hockey puck, rip your fucking pockets off your Hollister [Chorus] Climbing through your windows with a hollow pipe, I can't wait for tomorrow night Ninja blades, twin razors and an army knife, I can't wait for tomorrow night Ski mask rubber gloves, cutting all the lights, I can't wait for tomorrow night Vest on, suited up like an armored knight, I can't wait for tomorrow night [Interlude] Yo, I try and, I try and tell these niggas man They not, they not fucking with me man, I, you know what I mean? I've been doing this shit since I was like 9, 10, you know what I mean? I can do this in my sleep nigga shit [Verse 2] Son of an artist, I'm fucking bonkers, I roam with bosses Fucking your daughters, your mothers, aunts, in your uncle’s office Born in a carriage a couple horses while jumping off em' The cops chasing, I fucking lost em' that's fucking awesome Joyner the puppet master, I'm stabbing your lung and fracture your back Till your nuts will crack in your sack to your fucking bladder Funny how now suddenly everyone's a bunch of rappers They just a bunch of band wagon hopping faggot maggots Got magic racket, hacky sack it's in my khaki jackets A cream colored hat to match it with it after taxes These little hoes know my name they don't have to ask it The rap assassin, I'm action Jackson the cash attack a freakaziod Frankenstein, eat the boy, follow me on Twitter catch me at the BET award Looks can be deceiving I'm the daemon in your ouija board Sneaking through your basement I be creeping and I never make a freaking noise [Chorus] Climbing through your windows with a hollow pipe, I can't wait for tomorrow night Ninja blades, twin razors and an army knife, I can't wait for tomorrow night Ski mask rubber gloves, cutting all the lights, I can't wait for tomorrow night Vest on suited up like an armored knight, I can't wait for tomorrow night