ELZHI - Deep (Remix) lyrics
rate meI'm the bell ringer
shell slinger
hottest body till the smell linger
until they pale as Renee Zellweger
when El sting ya
you feeling like your brail finger
searching for the line I'm first new stuck in lastrappers now suckin ass
Full of new school niggas I wouldn't fuckin pass
They should f*cking clap
And dip low they tiptoe and eves drop with both sleeves popped,
now please stop
You'll melt faster than a freeze poppin
now 100 degrees El's sunning MC's he's pops.
You better put that work in, I murk grins and kill grills, my steel peels,
then I peel wheels, then skill feels it heals ills like benadryl pills
the hottest artist with feels chills.
When I drop gems that play out like fans when you peep
these rhymes ain't cheap oh yeah I guess deep.
Yeah I guess deeper than that
once I blow your mind you're not keepin your hat.
I ball the scene killin off your rhyme machine
you tookin back like a time machinemy dime is clean
my flow is hydro cannabis sativa
also known as chronic weed and again this reefer.
Watch your blow, my nuts hang a couple of crotches low
and fuck fifteen minutes nigga my watch is slow.
You need to seize the braggin
you see the fire that I spit when I unleash the dragon.
The ruler is back we battle yo medulla is cracked
we do it online you find yo computer is hacked.
It's your decision what my brain stores division
I'm seeing bars come together like doors in prison.
When I spit that line you can keep in your mind
when they creepI do this in my sleep, oh yeah I guess deep.
Listen, I blow trees with the Buda man squeeze with the war lord
Your floored hot stay on point like a scoreboard
I come hard the way a chick pull a clit,
I know you assholes pissin all you dicks full of shit.
Gets your dogs muzzled, I'm drunk off the power I guzzle
break men into pieces leave em puzzled
clips I pack em in like sardines.
Flippin on niggas like megatron in their hands on star screen.
And this year y'all are gonna have to give it the fuck up.
If not im takin it, however you make of it,
I stack cake a bit, I should wear a bakers mitt,
and put cheese down on the whip like it was quaker grits.
O little mommy how she shakes her tits,
work the pole and make it twirk and role
I know it urk ya whole that I could jerk ya soul
in ya sleep you meet the grim reap
oh yeah I guess deep.
Deep, oh yeah baby
