Chorus
Open up ya mind like an autopsy
Know the truth might burn like it’s hot coffee
Don’t take it as a joke when I’m knock Knocking
Ima still be cookin when ya crock pot ding
I’m not not mean with the raps I know
I’m hot boxing when I brag I know
That’s gassin myself up, blow my own smoke
I ought not boast when I rhyme I know
I know my lyrics all come from the Spirit
I’ll spit a dope bar then freeze when I hear it
Like how did I write that, yo did I bite that?
Nah that’s God, ain’t another pen near it
Only sleep on my stomach cuz I’ll never back down
And its bars like that why they think I’m class clown
But I told yall Rap Should Be Fun that’s facts
This Recess, bell rings I won’t come back
Spit like I’m takin a DNA tеst
Ya team fulla scrubs, like CNA dress
And my favoritе duo is me n a check
No Nike I shoot hope you be in a vest
Percy Jackson, Pen be the sword
I hang wit God I Been with the Lord
Man “Right” so sharp I could turn any corner
Prayin Lucy gonna die and we ain’t gon mourn her
Write for a livin Ima new school scribe
And the raps be clean like a brand new ride
I’m just tryna make change like ya got 2 fives
And as long as I live I won’t let the truth die
Chorus
Open up ya mind like an autopsy
Know the truth might burn like it’s hot coffee
Don’t take it as a joke when I’m knock Knocking
Ima still be cookin when ya crock pot ding
I’m not not mean with the raps I know
I’m hot box ing when I brag I know
That’s gassin myself up, blow my own smoke
I ought not boast when I rhyme I know
Chorus
Open up ya mind like an autopsy
Know the truth might burn like it’s hot coffee
Don’t take it as a joke when I’m knock Knocking
Ima still be cookin when ya crock pot ding
I’m not not mean with the raps I know
I’m hot box ing when I brag I know
That’s gassin myself up, blow my own smoke
I ought not boast when I rhyme I know
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Mitch Darrell Lyrics – Autopsy