Holocaust

Ha, hey guys, let's do one of those no melody songs That'll be so creative Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah Ay, Wendigo, you sound like Kenny Beats right now, hahaha Chase the money, chase money, hahaha Yeah, oh my God, bitch, yes, yeah, Wendi B-b-bitch, I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the Holocaust Pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the hollow cost Teacher said, "You won't be successful makin' those animations" Shut yo' apple-eatin' ass up and do some laminations I'd tear a page out the bible if I be out of papers Idle niggas worshipin' idols, put acid in yo' wafers Pastor said, "You won't be successful gettin' that boomin'" Did I ask ya, pussy nigga? You a human And I'ma be a star soon, wavy like Ahab, hit that nigga with the harpoon Save me, I may have pulled the trigger, ate some hard shrooms Maybe I'm faded, but I wiggle like a cartoon Yeah, I feel like a cartoon I'm in yo' devices, perpetuate your vices in crisis, but I'm the nicest Always eat your food with spices Pay attention to the prices, don't be made into a sucker You won't have enough for supper, keep ya numbers on the upper Tupperware eatin', my seatin' steady on the carpet I park it, and then I spark it, no marketin' hittin' targets Hit like a guitar pick, that's strummin' or like a drum that be gunnin' You down for fun, I chuckle, and then I run Run up, I dump it out, he wanna thump it out Coke in a mountain, my bitch gotta lump it out Don't do no arguments, pull up, no parkin' it You hear the sound when my niggas is sparkin' it I got two hands on that bitch, I won't double back I got that cookie, it double wrap, I got Gelato in Cuban tobacco I popped a new bottle and blew out her back, ho I act like a wacko ass I spit like I'm chewin' on you and don't know what to do with the goo You a slimy ass nigga, you drip like a garbage bag Try me, I'll always pull up with a larger mag Built like an armory, niggas got no chance of harmin' me Smoke up a garden, G, I think it harden me I am not hurtin', my pain is too far to see Bitch, if we kick it, no way you say, "Nah" to weed Or to poppin' a bottle, we pop him, he waddle I ain't never dawdle, I'm kickin' the throttle while fuckin' a model I stay as a drawin', yo' life is a novel and most of it awful (ass) Nobody read no more, I stay on the screen, you whore You pay to get seen, you poor Don't play for no team, I'm bored, huh? Talkin' that shit, yo' lip look like an asshole Walk in that bitch, shoot the bricks out yo' castle You one them niggas, not purse, it's a satchel That shit a purse, but it's less of a hassle Why it got tassels? (Huh?) Why it got tassels on it? I won't pass the chronic to ya, supersonic-hoover-vacuum, bitch I pack her smackin' lips, my dick attack her Slip inside her back-end quick, stackin' chips Like it's a Pringles can, let's get it crackin', bitch, nigga Bring it then, bring it then Bitch, I'm-, bitch, I'm- Bitch, I'm smoking, bitch, I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust Cubie! Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke (yuh, yuh) Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke Bitch, I'm feelin' great Yeah, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, huh, yuh) Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke, bitch, I'm feelin' great Chopstick get ate, fuck yo' fate, change your fuckin' state Under sewer grates, put the stock up to my waist I make you flip like a cake, fuck yo' zip, yo' cookie fake I tend to drip when I bake, put tobacco in my face Bitch, off the rip, I be laced, go outside and catch a case The pussy wet from the mace, riot dyin' in the street Keep up the pace, fuck you slowin' for? We racin' on our feet, we move with haste I'm amazed, all these niggas fallin' off Free 14, all these other rappers soft Spider Gang, choppa cough Bitch, on paper, I look greater than presidents Set preposterous precedents, got a roster of resonance copper? Bother the residents proper, stockin' your evidence locker Medicine set, it'll stomp your head in a dropper I keep the lead in a yappa, I get to poppin' ya top Or ya legs and sever spit red, and I drop ya dead and in heaven with papa B-b-bitch, I'm smokin' heat like an oven, Hansel and Gretel Sippin' tea inside your neighborhood, cannot handle the kettle Pullin' up, double glovin', I'm buzzin' grippin' the metals Spend a dozen and dip before he can settle (yuh) He want beef, but he a chicken, I smoke a nigga, rotisserie You history, I use my machine to make you a mystery like Scooby-Doo I roll up my doobie, full of the beautiful Her booty pull me in 'cause she's suitable, irrefutable Run upon you, make you a victim, I'm the fuckin' shooter I don't pay for features, I leak 'em, watch your damn computer Back in high school, they took my scooter, they made me a looter (they did it) I feel smart, I ain't need no tutor, born a true intruder Bitch, I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust P-p-pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the hollow cost T-t-teacher said, "You won't be successful makin' those animations" T-t-teacher ain't a doctor, got no patience (nah) I feel like a cartoon (yeah, yeah) Bitch, bitch, I feel like a cartoon (yeah, yeah, huh?) (Ha, now we're so original, guys, let's add that to the new genre) (Oh, my God, so lyrical, I only deserve when there's so much clou-)