BLVD
Yuh
My breath, coke in my nose with the Glock on my set
My heart is colder than the snow, it ain’t no discussion
And I’m bussin’
I’m bussin’ all these bullets, and you know I let it hit
I let it rip
I’m hittin’ it
I know you want beef so don’t even talk
I pull up with a stick in my hand like-
And I hit it
Bullets hit yo chest, I could make him stop right in his tracks, call that cardiac arrest
I lean when I walk, and I slur when I talk
And I hit ’em up for nothin’
This ain’t no discussion, and I’m bussin’
Bussin’ all these bullets, and you know I let it hit
Bedazzle my clip
Fill it up with diamonds and I put it on my hip
Hit ’em then he run, that’s we we all about (Huh?)
Haven’t recorded in 2 months, so
(Sigh) It’s been too f#ckin’ long
Trippin’ on acid
Bag in the attic containing a dad’s kid
Adamant that I am passing your asses
His fabric is mad cause I murdеred the has beens
Shattering glass in a mattеr of magnet attraction
Laughing, backing a jag inside your back end
Passive, add in aggressive to make it accurate
Attacking fags, tackle like Madden is
Had his b#tch, drag on the mattresses
Half the vagabond on the map we made
Applicant, trapped where the ‘addy’s stay
Fathom this, the dagger is stabbing lips
Grab this sh#t, blast it in classes
With, molasses and a pacifist thrashing shit
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