messhall talk

make way for the marvelous

cop so much ace

they ran out of sparklers

word

pissy hallways we made the offices

mac in his face

you swear he had parkinson's

niggas on the block say i'm starving 'em

pardon my jag

the roof i had shhhhhhh

dapper dan guts in the 88

galliano sweatsuit

the little

40 caliber chrome

i shall roam

seek and destroy niggas

demolish they thrones

mcm backpack with gats in 'em

streets or prison

they both got plenty rats in 'em

if fly was a crime i'd be in maximum

let me out for an hour

i might stab a nigga

playing chess with other bosses

made a few moves

realizing that they novice

yo

hibachi shrimp laying next to swordfish

gargle some louie and spit it in ya fucking face

enough face

let us get the plug

roll ya body in a persian rug

word to blood

lanvin low tops with my two step

smash ya favorite rapper like who's next?"