[Lyric] Icepick (Lundeen)

[Intro: Lundeen]

Its that "NO-LIFE" shit man
Gotta stay addicted
Locked in the fucking kitchen

[Hook: Lundeen]

Uh

When you need that right shit, not that hype shit
Something I could slice through with an icepick
I don't want no type beat, I just want my eyes fixed upon my vices
That type of shit I stuff away like its some white (sniff)

When you need that right shit, not that hype shit
Something I could slice through with an icepick
I don't want no type beat, I just want my eyes fixed upon my vices
That type of shit I stuff away like its some white (sniff)

[Verse: Lundeen]
Smell the aroma, that shit that got you vibing like tribe-quest
Spitting missiles standing on the flight deck
And thе fight ain't even really start yеt
So I'm partially just waiting for that shit to spark like a war vet
Bitch, I'm just a boss in this bitch
And I ain't fondling your problems
I'm just so, cautious this shit its got me pondering my options
All these bubbles on me how I'm popping
They staring at me through them fiber optics

I learn these tactics and then I find a place to stash them
I ain't sharing no secrets, this shit is my passion, for this I'm scrapping
All these bitches on me I'm so bad shit-
Crazy how I'm spitting out these adlibs like I ain't flashy (sheesh)

[Hook 2: Lundeen]

When you need that right shit, not that hype shit
Something I could slice through with an icepick
I don't want no type beat, I just want my eyes fixed upon my vices
That type of shit I stuff away like its some white (sniff)

[Verse 2: Remi The Weeper]

(Remi Adlib)
In this bitch weeping like a lady
Bugs all in my head they been saying I’m too shady
Lately dope been overflowing
Sing a shanty song while fuck her through her thong
Fill a bong with DMT and take it straight to the dome
I'm a walking abortion with some contortion of a back
Mr. Nomad so sad in my pad sniffing glue
Jew money sipping cognac contemplating truth
Instrumental shrooms room shaken
532 vibrations
Dope the only reason why I got any patience
Steady in my sage mode code lyoko
Smoking primo ash it on my chinos
High as adrenachrome
Screaming free the children!

I give a fuck about a million man I want the world
Eye in my forehead shining like a pearl
Chilin but I’m focused as I watch my pen twirl

[Hook 3: Lundeen}

When you need that right shit, not that hype shit
Something I could slice through with an icepick
I don't want no type beat, I just want my eyes fixed upon my vices
That type of shit I stuff away like its some white (sniff)
When you need that right shit, not that hype shit
Something I could slice through with an icepick
I don't want no type beat, I just want my eyes fixed upon my vices
That type of shit I stuff away like its some white (sniff)

(sound of deeno smoking a blunt.....lol)