Bad Acid +++

[Intro]
My regiment in your residence
Choppin' and chop him
And bury the evidence
I gotta [?] wear my dick for the rhetoric
I am that nigga, you know that it's evident (huh)
I hopped off the ship and I look like a veteran
Please don't compare me to niggas I'm better than (huh)

[Interlude]
(You are now listening to DrownMili)

[Verse 1]
Aye
I came in this shit with a Glock and a scope
I just want that little bitch for the throat (yuh)
I am so sick, need the [?]
Ever do dope? Can a nigga come [?]
I'm East Coast, but I'm coast-to-coast
I am the G.O.A.T. on some poster [?]
They movin' cash from post-to-post
I move with the burn, I'm supposеd to roast

[Pre-Chorus]
I hit the X, I count the O's
I'm the drug that's up your nosе
I feed niggas the Lexapro
I raise the bar, your work, your toes
A lot of these niggas can't write the codes
They copy the style, they'll bite the flows
My choppa gay, it bang your bros
I'll [?] your head, like ice, I'm cold

[Chorus 1]
My regiment in your residence
Choppin' and chop him
And bury the evidence
I gotta [?] wear my dick for the rhetoric
I am that nigga, you know that it's evident (huh)
I hopped off the ship and I look like a veteran
Please don't compare me to niggas I'm better than (huh)
After we speak, then we getting it (yup)
I got that shit leave you heaven sent (yuh)

[Verse 2]
I knock your ass out, I'm Mike, I might
I caught you niggas like fightin' [?]
There's demons in me, but I like the light
You plottin' on me, but you're not in sight
I'm with it, you niggas, just like I'm psychic
I keep the strap on me like a dyke
Little bitch told me she ride like bike
I got the cheque, then stacked it twice

I stacked it twice, I stacked it twice
You got nobody boy, look at your diet
Drugs in my body, I think you should try it
Have you ever put acid in your eyelids?

You want the beef little boy? Come and try it like
Pick up the weapon, pull up, and come fire it like
I heard your shit, I think you should retire, like
I pull on your block, like I should expire it
I am not X, but bitch look at me now
Foreign white bitches, she lickin' me down
Look at my Glock, if you look at me, blow
Hear all that chatter boy? That's a man down
Where is your swagger boy? That's a hand-down
Runnin' your mouth to my niggas, ran down
Glock turn a hand to a dancer, man now
With that Glock in my hand, where do I stand now?

[Pre-Chorus]
You duck the 12, and duck your foes
Hop the gate to get exposed
Talkin' shit to make the most
I break the breaks to break your nose
I run it up, your pace is slow
We shootin' shots, and breakin' bones
I'm runnin' out of bass to blow
No questions asked, the case is closed

[Chorus 2]
'Cause these beans might fuck you up
These beans might fuck you up
Now that I'm up, I'm stuck
These beans might fuck you up
I pulled up in Bentley truck
These beans might fuck you up
Now that I'm up, I'm stuck

[Outro]
(Have you ever tripped acid?)

'Cause these beans might fuck you up
These beans might fuck you up
Now that I'm up, I'm stuck
These beans might fuck you up
I pulled up in Bentley truck
These beans might fuck you up
Now that I'm up, I'm stuck

(The DrownMili experience has concluded. In 2020, DrownMili will rise to 100 kilometers above Earth, leaving the underground. The evolution will be televised. Once the anarchist mastered their minds, nothing will be able to silence them.)