Walk On Elm Street

You know me well
Ain't nothing you could tell
When I get on the mic
Bitches better ring that bell
And I get real
They wrap it in the blunt
Bitch I smoke it in a bill
I just want to die rich
But I'm killing myself
I try to avoid Satan
But he's catching my belt
If you try to fuck with me
You get G.L Rockwell'ed
I know about death
I know about hell
Call me Luka Magnotta
Cause I chop asses for real
I put together these verses like it ain't nothing to me
Cheddar's melting up on me like maccaroni
Ask a homie I'm about that champagne
Chronic in my blood stream
Fucking bitches so hard
Mashing up the box springs, (yeah)
Find me to the top man
I'm feeling that breeze
And I rather die standing than live on my knees
It ain't about no magical or miracles
With work and many struggles
Only death becomes an obstacle
The spectacle is over
Mother fucker grab your testicles
I'm on my pedestal.. You licking popsicles
We getting physical..
These bitches know me yo !
The web is going crazy, but I'm keeping it real
And I'm smoking it still
Taking pictures burning my bills
But last day I went America, in for the kill
A motherfucker tried to stabb me cause I came from Brazil
We pimping bitches from Alabama
Cali, Atlanta, Roma
I rep it like Dennis Hof
I'm puffing it on the sofa
Man I'm a mother fucking V.I.P
They be playing with me
Mother fuckers should flee
And I ain't care about lyrics
I just care about bricks
If you tired about rap
You should listen my shit
Me and my bitch we sipping on these red cups
Don't cock block
Forgot her name I had to take her to Starbucks
Pull my nuts out.. You see this big ball sack?
Spit your guts out
Or you get fucked ASAP
Smoking on the ganja
Drinking on the Grant's
I take a walk on Elm Street
You can feel the danger...