Andrew Kelley - Laced Cheeba lyrics

rate me

Fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers

Four shoguns that got fucked by geishas

Still gracious, still able to twist out darts

Just grew tougher skin for swimming with them sharks

Broken ankle, fucking with the wallabee clarks

Got them bitches still screaming my name

"Waddup Starks?" I'm a bone-crusher

Ox'll split your face like a Dutch Master

No more mixes, polar bears from Alaska

With sharkskin Air Max's and igloos of ice

Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice

I'm nice, you the reason why the game went soft

Bland niggas I come through and season your broth

Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I'm a Menace like Dennis

Young Ghost, in the bathroom a six month sentence

Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads

With barbed wires, stay tying niggas to beds

Everybody get paid

Everybody get laid

All these bitches dirty

Everybody got AIDS

Everybody get played

Everybody get sprayed

Everybody do what I say

Everybody my maids

P crack selling, black felon

That clap rat tat tat tat tat melons

Some thugs, one gun, one slug

Shot-caller, like, "Yo let me speak to young Mugs"

Listen, it's Mandela, pal

I grab whack MCs, I smack ‘em hella hard

I kill niggas with the birdy blick banger

My Wu-Tang niggas call me the 36th Chamber

Lyrical miracle spiritual rap dudes

Get smacked off their skateboard for not paying rap dues

P, call me the gatekeeper

Break heaters on your face, smoking laced cheeba