[Verse 1]
I'm a fucking floating poltergeist
Puling hoes and dykes because they prolly thought my flow was nice
Hanging 'round the pussy like I'm going toe to toe with mice
Got me rolling eyes to skies while niggas rolling dice
Something like a fire breathing arsonist
Or a sniper in the woods practicing his marksmanship
If I go broke I'm on some shoot up your apartment shit
Robbing niggas, especially if this parka fits
If I get rich? I'mma go hit Vegas
Bumping 36 Chambers under the moons phases
Sipping with the women til they go get faded
Have them bitches rolling spliffs with my moleskine pages
Outside of the box like zombies, Head full of dreads like Samedi
Running this Jumanji
Watch me. Not to be cocky
But I'mma be the flyest motherfucker blowing up, Kamikaze
[Verse 2]
Wolverine
Charles Xavier overloading Jean Grey with the Phoenix as she composes dreams
Weapon X infected telepathy, still controlling teams
'Turns out that I'm more broken than my composure seems
It took me 5 heartbreaks, to figure out what closure means
Now I'm giving bitches a full cup of Folgers cream
Hard knock life; No sugar cookies and Ovaltine
Nasty like shitty drawls in holy jeans
Snapping like a rat trap; cheese, you couldn't have that
I dig in that pussy, that Joe's Crab Shack, scratch that
I swear I be ducking these hoes, Aflack. Man I'm such an asscrack
Bitch they call me Johnny; Where's the cash at? Pass that
Baseball mitts, killing pussies like hard dick
My dick and balls sit underneath where your broad sits
Plus I'm dropping hits. It's Grayscale Family
Until "DOOMSDAY" or the fucking zombie apocalypse
I'm a fucking floating poltergeist
Puling hoes and dykes because they prolly thought my flow was nice
Hanging 'round the pussy like I'm going toe to toe with mice
Got me rolling eyes to skies while niggas rolling dice
Something like a fire breathing arsonist
Or a sniper in the woods practicing his marksmanship
If I go broke I'm on some shoot up your apartment shit
Robbing niggas, especially if this parka fits
If I get rich? I'mma go hit Vegas
Bumping 36 Chambers under the moons phases
Sipping with the women til they go get faded
Have them bitches rolling spliffs with my moleskine pages
Outside of the box like zombies, Head full of dreads like Samedi
Running this Jumanji
Watch me. Not to be cocky
But I'mma be the flyest motherfucker blowing up, Kamikaze
[Verse 2]
Wolverine
Charles Xavier overloading Jean Grey with the Phoenix as she composes dreams
Weapon X infected telepathy, still controlling teams
'Turns out that I'm more broken than my composure seems
It took me 5 heartbreaks, to figure out what closure means
Now I'm giving bitches a full cup of Folgers cream
Hard knock life; No sugar cookies and Ovaltine
Nasty like shitty drawls in holy jeans
Snapping like a rat trap; cheese, you couldn't have that
I dig in that pussy, that Joe's Crab Shack, scratch that
I swear I be ducking these hoes, Aflack. Man I'm such an asscrack
Bitch they call me Johnny; Where's the cash at? Pass that
Baseball mitts, killing pussies like hard dick
My dick and balls sit underneath where your broad sits
Plus I'm dropping hits. It's Grayscale Family
Until "DOOMSDAY" or the fucking zombie apocalypse
( Chuck Nasty )
www.ChordsAZ.com