CRAWL

I am lost in a hall
So many doors, I’ve tried them all
And I don’t know if I can keep up with you
When I just crawl…

[Sharxxx]

Gimme ten feet when I stroll, I’ll eat yo soul
All of this defeat got me cold, keep missin’ my goals
This damn Shark ‘bout to go Sharknado
And crush some fools like a fuckin’ Winnebago
This whole place gotta shape you like Play Doh
It made me a monster, I ain’t even get a say so
Fed up with this race, so I lay low
Cuz Posse can’t take no inflation on Faygo
Today so wasted, I’m finta replace it
With a case of Bailey’s and some queso dip
And I don’t care about payroll, dollars or pesos
I take what I want, and keep my days open
And make a fuego, in your place of employment
Watch you put it out, for my enjoyment
Drop dead bustas, I’m still gonna floor it
And turn you to Soylent, cuz I keep my appointments

[Maxdaddy]

Still got that black burner, put it to your neck
Raised on the west, no crews, just sets
Super Soaker full, I will leave you pussies wet
Put you on the ground, have you crawlin’ up my steps
Just embrace the fuckin’ death, as we break your fuckin’ neck
Flat lining vital signs, only spitting violent rhymes
Guess it’s a reflection of me living through these violent times
Son of Sam, God of Death, angel tears I stole and kept

[Sharxxx]

Time to close the chapter, takin’ flight like a velociraptor
Sadly ever after, slam the door, then bitch, I’m bout to slap ya
I am not a rapper, all the beats I got has not been mastered
Put me in a casket if you have to, I am such a bastard
They call it Duh-Presh-Un, I call it Da End, Son
I’m ‘bout to take a run, at my handgun
That feeling it’s ‘bout done, you know, when nothing’s fun
I sit inside and just wonder where they hid the sun

[Boy Froot]

I’m never answering calls
On the ground I crawl
Just might end it all
Off the roof I fall
Bitch, you know it’s me
I’m always smokin’ weed
Out here with my team
We hauntin’ all your dreams
Silly ass bitch, ain’t you fuckin’ had enough of it?
Crawl out my skin every time I smoke a fuckin’ spliff
Boy Froot, Sharxxx, put the barrel to your head
In American Apparel, cuttin’ bitches up dead
Take a few pictures, and I post ‘em in a thread
Drinkin’ on some liquor right before I go to bed
I’m a loner, I am never sober
Depressive Tongue Posse, whole crew’s full of stoners
Know you can’t touch me, you playin’ too much, G
Know I’m gonna die, so I’m rollin’ up the dutchie
Breakin’ down weed on my iPhone
My girl’s calling me, but I’m way too stoned
Bitch, I’m finta blow, you ain’t even know
Froot, Maxdaddy, Sharxxx, break into yo home…
Break into yo home, crawlin’ on the floor, break into yo home…