Andrew Kelley - Bust Shots lyrics

rate me

We be jamming, I grill on the track just like salmon

I don't play no games, baccarat or backgammon

I'm Supreme Cliente', rawer than sushi

And if your girl got my number, means I beat that pussy

Sword slayer, dick slinger, I got the stroll

Of an R&B singer, Wu-Tang ruckus bringer

36 different dialects, we call spot checks

My homeland security, is up in the projects

Shaolin, Stampleton, Bricks on Broad Street

That's where niggers get chopped up like raw meat

Fuck that, started off rocking a stocking

Over my face, now my face is what gets it popping

Donnie had the wave voice, being blow'd through the mic

The definition of True T.V., fuck Spike!

I'm the realest Akeyed that ever wet these blocks

Too black for BET, too wild for Cops.

And make your bust shots in the air and scream yeah!

Or try and learned it from the mental shit, son

Pretty Tone, I got you, fingers

Morphine flow, lean on the brass gold

I can see your snake eyes without the crap roll

Bust the Mac stroll, laughing at you assholes

Sticking thorns in my pride like the Black Crows

Cracking your dome for breakfast, Deck spit

Lava, fresh like the produce section

Rapping, there's no use testing, you know who stepped in

It's Deck bitch, for those who question

Like Serena on the serve, I swing hard

Main event, bad broads with ring card

This shit here, niggers get the fiend nod

On the wreck, though, these cowards never seen yard

Head boss, you scavenge off what Deck toss

I don't fall for petty talk I check the source

Flex force with army arms, I lets off

Bomb threat, blow both your stinky legs on!