[Verse 1: Jazz]
I might be chilling in the middle of the freeway
Lawn chair, laptop searching some ill shit on ebay
Niggas can't see my vision
Like where the fuck did I get it?
Who the fuck thinks dry humping a midget pigeon
Sixteen years of Sadism
I made victims out of old ladies, cops, butt pirates, and hipsters
Lipstick couldn't cover my lips
From spitting this sick shit that's giving me blisters
Whiskers on my dick, still getting my stem licked
By Kim Kardashian and her sisters
Bitch skip the mind tease
Magneto, but Picasso with the rhyme scheme
Murdered the rapper, his fans were at the crime scene
Crying their eyes out while I'm in the back of the squad car sneaky smiling
Notoriety rising right below B.I.G
My steelo like cocaine sightly
I like onion butts slightly ripe on sluts that like plumbers cause my pipework's nice
[Verse 2: Trey Christie]
Yo girly, I can't help my bluntness
Let me change her world, and grab at some fungus
??? I diminish are then finished
And reminisce on the bliss of my nemesis
Yeah, you'll remember this
I'm from West V, 304 (tree O fo)
Fuck a ego, I'm quarter past negro, more Blasian
Us blazing on a everyday occasion
And since our time on earth is temporary
Attempt to make it extraordinary
Some of us very talents never reach the ears of our peers
Disappear when they disagree
In disbelief, this ain't your year
Later appear when you reach around us fear
I'll be right here
Chest high, grinning off the list of women I fucked
Keeps a ???
I'll never mention a shoutout to the one's there
Paying attention to my come up
Beavis and Buttfucked, no Butthead
Destroying beats till bloodshed
Kick back, present illness
You feel this fucking realness romanticism
Painting imagery for the mind of my enemies
Now visually countryfuck your memory
You remember me
Broski, Janoskis on
When I press this overhead shit
Like the lips around the tip of my head bitch
I cover her in all white like the solid bitch
I dressed it
I might be chilling in the middle of the freeway
Lawn chair, laptop searching some ill shit on ebay
Niggas can't see my vision
Like where the fuck did I get it?
Who the fuck thinks dry humping a midget pigeon
Sixteen years of Sadism
I made victims out of old ladies, cops, butt pirates, and hipsters
Lipstick couldn't cover my lips
From spitting this sick shit that's giving me blisters
Whiskers on my dick, still getting my stem licked
By Kim Kardashian and her sisters
Bitch skip the mind tease
Magneto, but Picasso with the rhyme scheme
Murdered the rapper, his fans were at the crime scene
Crying their eyes out while I'm in the back of the squad car sneaky smiling
Notoriety rising right below B.I.G
My steelo like cocaine sightly
I like onion butts slightly ripe on sluts that like plumbers cause my pipework's nice
[Verse 2: Trey Christie]
Yo girly, I can't help my bluntness
Let me change her world, and grab at some fungus
??? I diminish are then finished
And reminisce on the bliss of my nemesis
Yeah, you'll remember this
I'm from West V, 304 (tree O fo)
Fuck a ego, I'm quarter past negro, more Blasian
Us blazing on a everyday occasion
And since our time on earth is temporary
Attempt to make it extraordinary
Some of us very talents never reach the ears of our peers
Disappear when they disagree
In disbelief, this ain't your year
Later appear when you reach around us fear
I'll be right here
Chest high, grinning off the list of women I fucked
Keeps a ???
I'll never mention a shoutout to the one's there
Paying attention to my come up
Beavis and Buttfucked, no Butthead
Destroying beats till bloodshed
Kick back, present illness
You feel this fucking realness romanticism
Painting imagery for the mind of my enemies
Now visually countryfuck your memory
You remember me
Broski, Janoskis on
When I press this overhead shit
Like the lips around the tip of my head bitch
I cover her in all white like the solid bitch
I dressed it
( Jazz )
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