Brute

Is anybody boutta do some
Is anybody boutta do some

Is anybody boutta do some
Put him in the mood and the brute running
Poof to the proof plummet
Boot for the hope
That the truth not a plumber
And the loot ain't a number
This a new function
You a funion
Loop into my stomach
He soon to be loving the buckets he come into for fuck of it
Let em suck a bit
Just missed with the bullshit
He quick with the bullshit

Mix into cauldron
The life always full of it
Pick another poison now I'm
Flow equipped
Real cold with the dictate
Little bro never know how a prince patient
Day to day
Dickhead insane with the painkiller picking fate
Minced with the brain til I say bitches
Penetrate the same difference
It's like we paid different

Is anybody boutta do some

Is anybody boutta do some
Put him in the mood and the brute running

And god I'm mm mm lovin' it
St-st-stupid got me stuttering
Never fumble wraps
Cause the woods got me dumb with ticks
Couple tabs see the ego trip
But maybe he at peace wait
Free a lethal brain just to stumble at the priests gate
Geek the equal
Never in my life tho
Help a couple fiend start a spree like a typo
Bruce lee tap em in his spleen
Getting close to the cheese
Tryna see what it mean
But what do I know

Yea they ain't really know shit
Yea they ain't really know shit

Is anybody boutta do some
Put him in the mood and the brute running