Nazareth Savage

I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum

Plus they ass lick, summer house, be sippin' rum

Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days in my ashtray

Smoke signals from the haze

I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke

To symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off

The infrastructure caves in, amazing

I ain't have to read The Art of War to slay men

Serve **** bird, **** speakin' reckless

When they mama love the kid, records I made

You gutless, you don't know struggle

Throw a couple shells at you, hell grabs you

Nail stabs a hand of the Nazarene

I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen

Gave you chumps a path to walk, hold my hand

I'ma guide you like a OG but don't talk, don't get it confused

'Cause none of y'all can fit in my shoes

Y'all made of chemicals, artificial actions

God'll forgive you bastards

Only if y'all repent to the Nazareth Savage

I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it?

Form a crew, swallow .40 cal bullets after dinner's finished

Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full of scrilla

Can't come close to Francis Coppola

Sampson, no Delilah

You're pint-sized, I'm Mike's eyes with the gladiator tattoos on it

You're scared to look too long at

Sit on a don's lap, tell you a story, shorty

Spicy like Lawry's

Chickenheads and orgies

Criminals that draw heat in their late 40s

Drug habits love grabbin' kids up like yours

Sendin' you a picture of 'em in they drawers with black eyes

Savage guys, you hire Magnum PIs to bag up my guys

Said you was a thug, what a good disguise

Try to protect your cabbage

You're runnin' from the Nazareth Savage

Son's back with flows, they say mine is very scary

Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies

And all of y'all wear that same aroma

How to blow on your eighth LP, I'll show ya

You're wack, ****, face it

In the history of the game you have no placement

Liquor and weed just massacred their mind

Or be celebrity or they couldn't change with time

So now they run they mouth

But when the sun go south, them guns come out

My calvary would've been through ten in your skin

Casualty you don't wanna be

Don't want it with me, straight savage