KISSIN' MY TEETH

[Intro: Arto] Click-Clacks ain't no chit-chat upon the grave, sucka [Verse 1: Ayrick] Kissing my teeth, I'm surrounded by these Rastas Step back and don't come around with the tough talk Want me a lady and a flight to Las palmas I'm just fucking sick and tired of the gunshots Man's Shot, ever since a kiddo I had Asthma Who got us hot around here, boy I brought the Magma You in the presence of a beast, God's coming at ya Pull up, hop out, Sir Sunny Magna Nobody loves us but G-O-D Life's a party, it make sense when we OD And we Obey, the jungle rules, see homie Pride is the silent killer, the devil, co3 So we gon' bе, whatever our destiny is Evеn if the whole world's gone grey, Niko Bellic This shit so neat, drive in it like Need for speed And be sonic, in a world of slow runners Who run their mouth claiming shit, but we don't see A single W in your pocket, we don't speak About the daily routine of ourselves, ears gon' bleed If we start to talk about the shits, please don't creep In our block, malice in our hearts, but we go clipse Shit's so clean, legendary, heroic Phone on, but I don't conversate We be crawling like a Knight, y'all be crawling like them snakes We been goin' hammer, goin' psycho, goin' crayy Push it to the limit, we been goin' insane Counting every second, ever since June 25 Still nothing in a homie's eyes but Flames, bitch [Verse 2: Arto] Ha Ha It's that fulla hate fucking up the face of the bitch, you fuck around then Imma serve you in my dinner plate I walk the plank on my toes, I never fear a mane No debate, either die in pain or make you feel the same And turn the shitty motherfucking place into a graveyard Bring back the same odd then Take away the fame all I see is switching like you hoes have been brainwashed Tried of seeing you bitches dropping sounding-the-same-songs I'd rather play 'part of motherfuckers, I be killing tracks and verses feeling like Ghengis, Rising up the Chaos I see my demons steady playing against the changes I've been making Hope my head someday be empty like my hair loss Click-Clacks ain't no chit-chat upon the grave, sucka Sick-Sack, Making a bitch mad I love the hate brotha Feels sad, better sit back and watch the play Boutta hit that trigga when I hear you say the shit bad (Ears are full of bluffing Mothafucka better bring that) RUKUS! I'd rather be dead than call you brothers Kill me If I ever spare my blood for you suckers Disgrace of being pussy make me seperate from others Even if you try to know I keep the meaning undercover Bitches hate us they fear us But I will never go blame 'Em or shame 'Em Cause I would do the same If I wasn't us, you laid up, Attendance is low but we make up Got me feeling something like a dynamite But I'm white like lightning when it finally strikes The silent kid take you down when he finally fights Who roll a dice, six twice, but all his life is outta luck See your team don't respect ya, I ain't tryna lecture You will never make it you will never be the next up So find yourself a place to run to, calling for the help But when you rise my fucking anger even god cannot protect ya [Outro: Denzel Curry]