Superstition

Sometimes I see shit, ya heard me?
That Creole bloodline. You know?
I can't do nothin' 'bout it, ya heard me?
Sometimes it's just a feelin', sometimes it's in my sleep

Who wit' me? Who against me? I can't see the difference
I can see the distance. Premonitions. I see niggas missin'
Beaucoup dead bodies in bad conditions, lackin' morticians
Pray to God, then ask for forgiveness after I whack the witness
Free my dog Brian doin' fed for pushin' Megan Griffin
Still hip hop like a leg is missin' and steady trippin'
Keep my bitch from trippin', give her head until her head is missin'
Hard head, make her soft ass, my bitch don't need to listen

Killa Keise, kamikaze. Ain't no dramatizin'
Doctor in that pussy, like Dolittle, it say cum inside me
I can make that pussy grow two legs and feet, then run behind me
Fuck that pussy till it's walkin' dead, it's become a zombie
Fuck twelve and five-oh, I'm Waldo, come and find me
Smokin' weed till I forget I bleed, please, don't remind me
Came to kill a giant. I came alone, slangin' stones
'bout to kill 'em all. A feast for crows. Game of Thrones
Eatin' pussy, no booty lickin'. That's superstitious
Chillin', sippin' Dirty Sprite 5, that's futuristic
Chillin' with two bitches, you can visit under two conditions
Come with new prescriptions. No Bobby Brown, that's New Edition

Who wit' me? Who against me? I can't see the difference
I can see the distance. Premonitions. I see niggas missin'
Beaucoup dead bodies in bad conditions, lackin' morticians
Pray to God, then ask for forgiveness after I whack the witness
Free my dog Brian doin' fed for pushin' Megan Griffin
Still hip hop like a leg is missin' and steady trippin'
Keep my bitch from trippin', give her head until her head is missin'
Hard head, make her soft ass, my bitch don't need to listen

I'm sideways, 'bout to pull up parallel
Perplexed and paralyzed, my eyes spinnin' like a carousel
Stories part three, a horror story, I don't care to tell
That bitch consist of mamas dyin', half of jail and half o' hell
Bury me with LSD and weed, so I can laugh in hell
And an all red suit, 'cause hell is flames and I'm gon' match it well
Still got that white girl, so white I call her Abigail
That mean her crack is pale, boy and girl, nigga. Jack and Jill
Lotta niggas pussy, yeast infection, need some Vagisil
They gun fight 'fore they fist fight, 'cause they too scared 'fore to crack a nail
Least they keep some real niggas wit' 'em, my bitch can say the same
Keep it real and I'm a stay the same, but you can't say the same

Who wit' me? Who against me? I can't see the difference
I can see the distance. Premonitions. Now these niggas trippin'