drum murder pt. 2

sex

money & hip hop

drum murder part 2

c.o.b vs. everybody

demetrius

ayo

the yakuza and mafia done posse'd up

and nigga the 5 of us are the cryptographers for the hip hop apocrypha

diabolical autobiographers

all of us coughin' up coin cause we throwin' the cob up

you copy us?

put you in a sarcophagus when i chop your esophagus

i'm an ominous optimist

i guess i'm megatron in this bitch

we can play chicken while you in a tank

i had ya lifting weights at lunch time

pumping on your brakes

find me in your place with your maid

humping on her face

let her get a taste

while i lay puffing on a j

high as a hello

i keep an elbow right by my motherfucking side like my elbow

hi nigga

hello

rappers come meet dracula

daggerous teeth stabbin' ya

drink half of ya plasma

my victim sink into deep sleep thinkin' that he's havin a

dream wheezin' while breathin' like people with sleep apnea

lucci the streets back me up

literally the realest niggas behind us

while labels are giving niggas vaginas

a sex change

in exchange for a record deal

then dickin' with em smile

that try to kill niggas with kindness

i got a mental condition

my mental's condition to slip into

mental conniption whenever spittin' this mention

my spit was whipped in the kitchen

it's dope

get you addicted

your ambition don't exist

like bitches who strip for tuition

yo

i'm a glitch in the system

my lyricism the kiss of death

i got a crystal clear method of rhymin'

call it crystal meth

we can make a mixtape in six days and on the seventh day

you'll be resting in pieces when we dig graves

liquid metal

metamorphosis

my fist'll shift shapes unto a sword or switch blade

until some sort of switch blade

you was born bitch made

immaculate conception

this editors edgar allen with aggression

i grew up po'

i'll kill yo soul before yo ass can get to heaven

catch you at the cross roads is how we crash ya intersection

speakin' of traffic accidents

i'm finna be traffickin' and wreckin'

you get naked with faggots

you toss salads without dressin'

you ain't valid without our blessin'

it's the vatican

you cob traitors and haters done made a darth vader out of an anakin

they panickin

they stiff as a mannequin

just make a move and become a man again but i still peel yo head quicker than anderson

i sit and concoct

the wickedest plots

sinister thoughts

grinnin a lot

grippin my glock

lickin my chops

play garbageman and trash talk

get scratched off

this black hawk will make you back off or blow ya back off

i blast off

nigga don't pass the hookah

pass me the ruger

it's a wrap like pashmina

you the past

meet the future

i'm past mean

i'm kruger

toss ya off the roof

i'll pac's last scene in juice ya

yo ass see medusa cause nigga i petrify ya

it was meant for me to genocide you nigga

it's in the bible

it was meant for me to roll up and blaze ya

that's why bible pages feel like zig zag papers

nigga i'm slayin ya

not even ya savior can save ya

this gauge'll place ya in the past like a pager or sega

i ride ya chick like a freeway before i peel off

i'll treat her face like a exit

this where i get off

we can have a spit off

i smack the colostomy bag off a handicap rapper if he don't knock the shit off

cause y'all so irrelevant

187 i'm sending you to heaven for the hell of it

everything a square represents

me and my circle

we rebel against

with reckless negligence

me and the horseshoe g.a.n.g

we got more chemistry than the periodic table of elements

we flow showing intelligence and eloquence

still set you up for that cheddar since

you forever snitch

kill you in your sleep

all i need is a clever bitch

now your bed is drenched when that beretta's clenched

smell the stench of a dead rat

for dropping dimes for a mere penny

that eleven cents

get you hung over the bull

i call it meryl lynch

white paint over the face

for dead presidents

ever since we came

we been the best you can't ignore it

but that elephant in the room is prehistoric