Drama Theme

You might be the proud new father

I am their future martyr

Who slaughters like blood is the new water

Who's darker, who owns a tooth sharpener

Who's partner is a fool for his tool carver

No disputing, refutings, no eludings

Just shootings, feudings, no undoings

No diffusing, abusings, unexcusing

Shoestring removings becoming behooving

They don't pay me to kill but to stop killin'

I don't hold my ends of the deal, I should start billin'

Any lesser of an evil is not fulfillin'

Don't text your house cleaner for a mop spillin'

You're the trailer, teaser, I'm the feature

You ail, you're weaker, I am neither

I'm a leader, you're a cheater, deceiver

Easier, a receiver, breeder!

Musical martyr who do it harder

Fresh to death, like a French funeral parlor

Church and Kamala hurts for the scholars

France holla, anywhere between the Earth and Shambhala

A black and white collar, grimy like crack pipes schwala

Trying to get a rap life dollar

Still spit it for shelltoes lottos with the velcros

It's killa code I dun did it till hell froze

Old school Guc jacket dirty elbows

My boombox blast the heavens

I talk shit, stuck bibles in the ass of reverends

They wonder what faith he is,

Is he Muslim, Christian, or Atheist?

It don't matter, brain splatter just take a clip

Only present, ain't no way to escape the clique

This a drama theme, you a faggot rapper drama queen

My body work is vicious quick enough to rock your spleen

Ain't nothin' funny sonny, even Vinnie's glock is mean

Steady with a machete ready for me to chop your team

How is Bush still here, we shoulda been shot him

Hologram, Taliban, call me Vin Laden

You a new jack hustla, Vinnie been clockin'

You a new jack sucker, Vinnie been rockin'

I ain't hear you sucker, come a little closer

Close enough so I can rock you with a mini roaster (2x)

Wack Chorus

Everything ain't always what it seems

Either I blow steam, or fall back and blow cream

Cuz, the left hand's for the position of mic

I made a nigga went himself when the mission ain't right

I'm on some OG shit, go fishin' at night

Scrub the jewels with toothpaste so the glisten is right

Fuckers, I'm on a level that you can't ignored

I prefer a boxcutter til' your face start to drip and pour

Catch me and Reef eating on South Beach

Smackin' niggas so hard that his head leak out meat

Salute me or you better speak out peace

Cuz cats smoke so much oil niggas leak out grease

We play everyday just like the weekend

...and the A to the O to the T to the P in this bitch.

Surgeon General's Warning:

I'm surgically injuring informants to resemble invalid deformed kids

Satan's orphan born force to contort ribs

Expand my land look at what one golf course did

Nine irons and three woods, goons with the spikey bats

Ali Baba swords swoosh-shaped in the Nike bag (damn)

Ask around they say for real "I'ma a rider man"

Ladies love my sniper aim 'plus they like my tiger fangs'

Spiders came, Oh!, from my grave when I rose out

Looked at the sphinx and, I chiseled the nose out

Fo'shizzle there's no doubt, the military unit of the Tibetan black magicians

Is here to make exact incisions

With radioactive equipment

And have you stabbed quick through your cheek flesh like we bass fishing

So crabs listen, their is no ass kissin'

Sloppy with my work, do my dirt with my mask missin'