Lamb Shish

[Verse 1: Sonnyjim] Fresh off the meat rack Feeling like Money on a speed bag Freeway Ricky with a blicky in a ski mask I play it cool like G Rap, chablis with the sea bass KRS with the sneak attack Superfly like Jimmy Snuka Drinking Miller, getting mullered On my day off like Ferris Bueller Fresh shellfish at the chalet I keep them on their toes like ballet One for money Two for the Monet Three for the modern art piece I unveiled at the soiree 24 carat chains, scoring like Harry Kane Franklin Saint with that crack cocaine I'm a real ninja Hit the lick and run the field with ya Keep it trill, you know the deal, killer Big man ting, we know real killers You know some Little Fockers, some Ben Stillers [Verse 2: Vic Spencer] Uh, I'm really a hard man to kill Blam the steel, cannon will blow your face off Throw up the [?] Niggas is wearing fake [?] I'm with the Malbec, the weed got me bent Siberian trips, the weed grape custard I land on your face like a great busted chick Hot like Chinese mustard, but I'm not interested Turning down pussy builds character, I'm in to win Gatekeepers don't know who they letting in Pull up on my enemy's block with Glock in extra skin The TEC-9 stay next to the gin I'm super loco Wanted to clap [?], when everybody wanted Coco (but hey) You know lightskin chicks gonna be stuck up New bitches don't be looking like shit, so shut the fuck up Gangsters just move different The lame niggas don't even do business I listen to [?] Shit, I'm old as fuck You behind the mike Knowing you never wrote enough Bumping Flying Lotus stuff, dead on the ground Fuck that deadboy shit I put my head on the sounds The bass is my main hoe Just to hit the snare I had to go home and change clothes Don't jump in my lane clothes, but [?] still do it Shit, that's how my voice still overpower music Deep in my villainy ways Fuck all these hero rappers if they feel in the way They some bitchass niggas, Imma kill 'em today And read the news the next morning about how they were slain I love murders That's spoke in the third person Killing the raps, I got the [?] splurging It's over for you, close curtains You interrupting me, I was buying my baby bags from [?] Fuck