Mansion Murder (Remix)
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Believe me, if I started murdering people There’d be none of you left Basically hit you with the hard nigga recipe Fuck you, if you ain’t with me, you’re next to me Fuck you I ain’t one for the small talk Goes to get it in it like Nucky on Boardwalk Real grinding nigga though, I’mma let the four talk You ain’t got to hear me, dog, you could hear the lower talk Uzzi at the place when the shorty blow the doors off Free my dollar bills and killing niggas that they kid me Nothing on your bitch face, rain is in the sick place Maybe it’s the wax or the fact that I’m shit phased Rap spelled backwards is par, you ain’t up to that If your shit sound whack, I had enough of that Fuck ‘em all from the bottom to the top If you left it up to me, yeah, all of ‘em be shot A bull’s eye on the forehead Fuck whack rappers, leave ‘em all dead Why do you wanna call me a murderer for? I’ve never killed anyone I don’t need to kill anyone I think it Voices in the attic, bodies in the basement People under the stairs hold my guns and chasing When I buy a brick I bring the best set to taste it Zombies out here, yeah, this shit is like a wasteland I don’t give a fuck about no goddamn bath salts P91 to blow half of your mass off Face all over the asphalt No track down here but whips, it’s like NASCAR Weed in the glass jar, shot ‘em in the head ‘cause the trash words Then I got ghosts like Casper No, I get ghosts like myself If I rap like you I put the toast to myself I shit on you, you mic booth in your board Why don’t you find a bridge and bungee with no chord? Or build yourself a pool full of swords Dive in it, next time you rhyme put your mind in it Maybe I should’ve killed 4, 500 people Then I would’ve felt better The healthiest nigga in New York, smoking Newports I’m not a new boss, I’m in the new Porsche My Nike sneakers they be my like sneakers Jogging on the beach with my wife beaters Word to Obama mama, Jeffrey Dammer drama Swiss got keys, pianos and Alicia When I be talking keys I’m talking coke and the Keisha I know chicks that swallow cum and they still suck it Miscarriage hoes, fowl ‘cause they still fucking You know the deal, they don’t even wait to heal My booster bitches, they can’t even wait to steal My favorite sex position is the 69 I fuck her 6 while holding my 9 Amsterdam, stuff blunts, call ‘em sumos Walking out the walk with a veggie meal, you know Kick your feet up like weed up, show your speed up It’s the killing spree, lyrically deceive your infantry Listening to me gets rappers killed like demon frequencies Sympathy, it’s never felt like infants hitting me I’m spending all that fire, all y’all niggas smell like hickory And chard wood and I’ve been talking with giants Walking with lions, went straight to hell and formed an alliance Scorching the highest highness ‘cause they ain’t chosen like I am Spitting all this hard shit, my tongue should morph into diamonds Coated in iron, enforced with the thoughts of the dying Man, I wish you had it to realize you’re far from flying Fuck you Icarus, lyricist floating, we’re watching trees I put that infinite, limitless soul, I’m dragging with Don’t test my greatness, sadists and caters will scorch the pages If you read between the lines you’ll find higher minds than the sagest Might realize more detail than entail the craft and the David I am not a fucking rapper, I speak and happen to make hits
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