FES TAYLOR - Fantom Of The Creeps lyrics

rate me

[Fes Taylor]Yo, catch 'em in Williamsburg, I might kill his birdIt's kinda like Revenge of the NerdsYou niggas is turds, I flush on niggasOver a couple of figures, that's my wordThirty grand make a nigga switch plansRealize that ya man trynna get you a scamMy gun don't jam, it drum roll beerAll they saw was an unknown man, Taylor ConanBoth hands squeezing his throat glands, squeezing like coke cansFresh Air Fund seasonal programWe the reason they even know famHe was Blue Cheesing it, eating off old jamsAnd we ain't get paid for shitKinda like what a slave would get, shitI'm bout to get my Suge Knight onPull my hammer out the drawer, throw my hoodie right onI hang a nigga from the terraceHe looking like food all I need is a beverageThirsty to pull the trigger, first we was niggasNow I think about how to dump the nigga in the riverFunny how money change close friendsBrand new attitude, laying low in the BenzFuck a freestyle, everything cost a fee nowLike paper for my lawyer, in case I see trialTook a bow like Rihanna, I made a promiseTo my old earth, I'mma be all that I can be, mamaYou see karma's a muthafucka, it's Tony TuckerI don't take ya bitch on dates, I only fuck herThese old school niggas is fucking washed upI Tide Clorox niggas, so homey squash whatIf I don't get every dollar of my breadI'mma send the rottweilers for ya head, muthafucka