Molasses (feat. RZA)

Search inside my purse to buy somethin' worthless

99 problems all gone in that one joint

And the neck gold froze like he held him at gunpoint

I'ma bubble in the belly of the monster

With a duffle full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda

Ragged with the contra, phantom of the opera

And I'm standin' on a cop's truck, stackin' for the long run

And bags packed, roadside with the thumb out

Toe tagged, don't gag, spit your gum out

Nomadic, chrome grabbin' when it's danger

I'm a manger born puppy, hold the flight like a hangar do

Knife to the trachea, spit, scabies, and bet

The label don't like me but they pay me a grip

And you see how his day goin' by the state of his wrist

Y'all **** busy Play-Doughin', bet the baker came swingin' like

What the fuck you sayin'? All that aimin' and miss

I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, ****

I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch

We could do this shit all night

I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch

You know me, drugs out, front the telly

I'm couch drunk and ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks

Pack loud as I slap 'cross the belly

What's up? Fuck ****, what's up?

I'm at the deli schemin' on a Fanta and a Camel Crush

Screamin', saddle up, like, fuck his beef

Get your cattle cut, pansy

If them fans only local, why them flight trans-alantied up?

The rice in the paddy's cooked, nice for the chancellor

Them teeth with the gold's bright, the light switch is mad at us

Snapchatting panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor

I'm high and polite 'cause po-lice is in back of us

And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with

Stretchin' out the fifteen I had initially

Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep

We can do this shit all night

I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch

We could do this shit all night

I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch

Fi'ty