What It Look Like

[Intro: Insane Poetry]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hmm

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
Uh, Slow Motion with it but I ain't from N.O
My M.O. is this, I'm out to murder your kinfolk
It's simple, please believe me, this ain't a demo but a demonstration of what I use to extract yo dental
It's sinful from the sickest mental
We come to skin folks to our unexpecting victims
We come dipped in our trench coats
With hacksaws and pickaxes, cutting off yo limbs slow
Camcord the whole event, you're the star of this grim show
Skull and Cross Mic poison, circle saw lacerations
Bodies found everywhere
Sadomasochist masturbations
Chokе a motherfuckers neck 'til my hands arе shaking
I'll shave you little pussies balder than that cancer patient
Light up you squares like M.J. did in Billy Jean
The most violent pair, yeah, Team Guillotine
L.S.P., G.R.E., I don't give a fuck
We hip-hop for life, we got rap tied up in the trunk

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler & Yung Trim]
What it look like? (What it look like?)
What it be like? (What it seem like?)
Slow dipping in the ride through the street light
We got the razor blade, we got the duct tape, we got the body in the trunk, ain't no escape
What it look like? (What it look like?)
What it be like? (What it seem like?)
Slow dipping in the ride through the street light
We got the razor blade, we got the duct tape, we got the body in the trunk, ain't no escape

[Verse 2: Yung Trim]
I'm what it seem like (Seem like)
Laid at the crib (Crib)
With a black mask, finna cause havoc if you don't tell me where it is
Yeah, a nigga rap (Wack)
But I'm a street formist
Nigga fold out AR in the sneak compartment (Ooh, ooh)
So when the nigga hate, send 'em to the cemetery (Cemetery)
Wearing black and blue like it's camouflage in the military (Military)
Left, right (left, right), forward march (Forward march)
Sipping on patrón twisting up some dark (Woo)
And I go anywhere, I'm from California (Cali, Cali)
And I ain't gotta do shit, I let the homies dome ya
Call me stop sign, posted on the corner
Big dawg, street life, I do what I wanna
L.S.P., G.R.E., crazy psycho sick (Sick)
Looking like a picture coast, catch me out there tossing crips
Take no prisoners, that mean execute the hostages
Body in the trunk dead, smelling like some possum shit

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler & Yung Trim]
What it look like? (What it look like?)
What it be like? (What it seem like?)
Slow dipping in the ride through the street light
We got the razor blade, we got the duct tape, we got the body in the trunk, ain't no escape
What it look like? (What it look like?)
What it be like? (What it seem like?)
Slow dipping in the ride through the street light
We got the razor blade, we got the duct tape, we got the body in the trunk, ain't no escape

[Verse 3: JP Tha Hustler]
West Coasting, we bring it potent
We get you drunk with the funk, halitosis
We got the mark fakes, I got that mean mug
I'm steady dipping through yo hood slinging these drugs
My track is like some crack, I get you all high
The first hit for free, the rest you gotta buy
I make that mob music, shoutout to C-Dubb
This one is for my killers, my partners and my thugs
We doing dirty work, we get our hustle on
And if you stepping up, you getting snatched on
I'm repping California, I've been around the states
I've done a hundred shows, I made a gang of tapes
I'm repping G.R.E., that's Grim Reality
1992 Insane Poetry
And I'm a veteran, check the catalogue
And I'm a beast with it, hey, I'm an animal

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler & Yung Trim]
What it look like? (What it look like?)
What it be like? (What it seem like?)
Slow dipping in the ride through the street light
We got the razor blade, we got the duct tape, we got the body in the trunk, ain't no escape
What it look like? (What it look like?)
What it be like? (What it seem like?)
Slow dipping in the ride through the street light
We got the razor blade, we got the duct tape, we got the body in the trunk, ain't no escape