2 Times 2

Two times two

It's mathematics

Back at it

Back at it with this rap addict

Back in the truck

Back at the bar

Back with your hoe

Back at the spot

Meet me at the glow

Came through with the cool

Came through like a motherfuckin' tank in Kabul

But y'all ain't ready

Y'all ain't raw

Classical cliche words I heard outside the cypher

Then I

Step to the left

Step to the tickin' Barrettes

Step to the bar and ordered a Beck's

Step to the place

Came through on ace

Go for the throat before it's too late

Remember the passion

Without the silver flask in a pocket

Safety tip: take risks and don't drink fifths

Shoot low or smoke your life away bloke

Make your own noose

Always in the ass like caboose

New Geti King cutthroat

Cut off the anchors to old boats

Let them ships sink in their old moats

Like cold cat heavy influence in rap

Still trying to get my Sox cap back

With the curse you see

Melt on tracks like brie

Melt like salt when it's on the I.C.E

Smooth like silk

Motherfuckin' Frank I kilt

Yo

Cats died and the living have guilt

Well-built like Porsches

A brain breast body and booty

Date lasting through the pressures of awkward and mooly

Never stupid or stooly

Done a lot of things but things still school me

Fake friends

Some loves break hearts

Stab you in the back, dark

Break your spirit when you feel real fear it

Then you feel ill spirit

Then you stuck, can't bear it

Can't breathe like oxygen

Like river boats pumped to all the slums

Then gamble checks

I gambled death then came back out of breath

A little bit wet

Flag half staff, pissing me off

Underground by the moths

Bought a bucket at the ? mart

Wake up, shit man

Getting whipped by the devil's cane

Feels strange

Like acid trips on prison trains, lame

This is my rap while I sip that first Beck's

Waiting for Miss Barrette to return from the toilette

Los Angeles, man

Everything is right

Disconnected myself from my old life