TEXDEX

[Intro: MADJAX]
(The Crimson Chin!)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
I feel like shit (Uh, uh)
I feel like shit, I feel like shit, I feel like shit
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Verse 1: MADJAX]
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Smokin' that pack
AK-47, I use it to fight
I've never been better my mental it wiped
My vision is foggy but never been clearer
Alcohol tryna bring death to my liver
He talking his shit, he shit get down
And his bitch suck on my dick, dick, uh
She suck on my dick and my testicles
He tryna find out but I kept it all (Yo!)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
I got a washing machine
That's why my flow is so clean and I bust on the beat and it bust out your teeth
Do you know what I mean? (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Why you talking all that shit shit?
He talk all that shit but not talking to me, mе
My flow it slap, and my voice is squeaky
I pull up in therе, pussyboy is still talking he weak, weak
Talking and talking and flocking to me-e
He sounding like shit and he hoppin' on safe piece
He sounding like shit and he hoppin' on safe piece
AK-47 with a big clip
Just want a big dick but I got a bigger bitch, she thick as fuck
Peter Piper picked motherfucka' bitch and I think you is one
Fuck all of the motherfuckin' drama, I do this for fun
Run into yo' house and fuck ya mother, now you are the son

[Verse 2: Hudskis]
My flow electric my flow all be tech, tech
Skating on beat my flow fingers be texdex
All in one week my life savings be set, set
I do not worry no worm like a— Yuh
I do not ruin I’m moving so fast that I’m going through just like a beam that I knew it, I think that I threw it the people are booing
Because they don’t know I’m pursuing and viewing their FATE
Take another week but I’m on my WAY
Beep bop beep go and take another DAY
Oh you seem like the other mother TAZE
No, I tease don’t get another PHRASE
All of you people
Wanna go hate when I fly like a seagull
Begging to bake but I’m bigger than a beaker
Wearing alone and it’s all on my t-shirt
Just like a demon, you fiending the drugs and the taste that you beating or meaning
Now what is the meaning
The meaning you like that’s appealing you squealing, you feeling those bites on your face that you're dealing with
I don’t care about your problems what you're dealing with
I done got a problem with your attitude you reeling it
Life is just a game and I lost just a little bit
Temper like a pimple better pop better end of it
The sound that pops that makes you wanna go INSANE
I don’t have a brain, I really don’t
That’s why I can't think of lyrics, freestyling as I hear it, desiring what to fear it
And I DO NOT KNOW THESE LYRICS!