Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire - Whirlwind Pyramid lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Cosmic, passion, fuck it, I work a lil' bit

(Verse)

Gold teeth glistening, clean my pistol with piss

Leave you leakin', stiffer than the dreads on The Weeknd

Eatin' cinnabreast on the C train, greasy big nigga lips

Hot sauce drippin' on my PRO Timberlands

New York got us fightin' ghost like Venkman

Rosenberg black balled me tell him XL fuck you, he ain't sorry

Actually he proved my point

My nigga JL Smoke got it, all I gotta do is point

Foggy thoughts is Egyptian

Solo moves shrouded than mystery

Only then is the sin of white women

Solid is injected stripper ass

DMT inside a gas mask

Have a conversation with the Mayans

(Speaking)

Hahaha

I just fuck around, that's right, man

Aight, one more, one more

(Verse)

Stomp a nigga out till he sin

Stretch a nigga out like elbow skin

Wet a nigga up like Killer Ben

Guzzling Hennessy straight out of a flask

Fuck conscious bitches all pulling their dress from the back

When I nut I say Haile Selassie, god body

Pro'ly gotta pop me twice to stop me

You should shop at S&D Underground on Gallatin

Coppin' the Iceberg History sweaters with Snoopy on it

That's why when I see these new niggas I wanna vomit

This for my niggas that just came home with CD Walkman

On the train waitin' for the Asian lady with the battery

Shit, ain't no Asian lady with the battery

New York gentrifying now down to Kennedy Frys

Turn you building to a condo turn your block to a mirage

Like a twenty year zenith I seen it

The world could stick a needle in this dick and suck my cum by intravenous

And once they think I'm done I'mma squeeze it

Used to love the rap until that shit lost meaning

Used to write from my heart until that shit lost feeling

Word up!

(Outro)

If you call yourself a fan, do me a favor

Stop fucking calling me MFN

My name is Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire nigga