Garbage Pal Kids

[Intro]
100 blocks shit
Nasty
Marcberg motherfucker
(Art that kills)

[Verse 1]
Cook up the work to make the fiends do the smurf
You got the nerve to shoot up the church like a jerk
Big Mama heard and went berserk
I've been flirting with death, I'm a pervert
Tricolor rollie look like some sherbert
Fur alert, if it don't hang to the earth then it ain't worth squirt
The Mossberg pump for when it get turnt
Winner gets the purse, the herb lifted the witch's curse
They heard all about the dirt
And had to act like the door don't work
Dawg it's all a blur
Shot it out with them turds we was in a spur
My heart an iceberg
Heisenberg ice on my iceberg
Shine but not quite like my inner light burn
Y'all niggas some light work
Light the purp the pipe got me feeling like Wyatt Earp
Might let the iron burst let it set fire to your shirt
Flames in the Versace like hot sake
Drive-bys in the Kawasaki like we the Shower Posse
Roc, I'm the most copied
If you rock with me then buy me a bottle of Romanée-Conti

[Refrain x2]
If I call her she gon' come
She gon' run (she gon' run)
She gon' leap over the truck
No cut
No cut, no cut
No cut

[Verse 2]
Shake shit up to make the soda in the container bust
That ain't wassup
I rubbed the cocaine on the tastebuds, palate became numb
Placed some on the gums
Paid the plug
Stayed on the hush, the potato came with the gun
You'll get stripped for your chain and naked butt
I've never been afraid to take it in blood
Who needs a pay stub when you came from mud
We ain't complain we just made some huts
The blue Wraith is lookin' like grape punch
I just told my old lady we breakin' up
I was caught with the paper makin' love
Plus me and the paper mate we was hangin' tough
It was angerin' her
Sprinkled angel dust in my blunt huh? (Uh-huh)
Oh shit
Hold it in, let the boat drift
I'm a whole pimp I might smoke the bitch but I'm emotionless
You know this

[Refrain]
If I call her she gon' come
She gon' run (she gon' run)
She gon' leap over the truck
No cut
No cut, no cut
No cut