Swift McVay - Triggerlosophy lyrics

rate me

McVay, d 12 nigga

It’s one of the dopest tracks in the industry

If a nigga hit me, bottle of Remi and a semi, auto

Blast kidney, it’s half photos

I walk dolo, I got so many bitches on they knees

You swear I fuck them chicks in a dojo

I blow smoke, off this barrel with this 44

I’m no joke, that whack comedian’s a no hope

Voracious vocalist, I’m known to piss on a pols roll

You see a gift come to your home bitch don’t open it

It will explode, pig gone, deadly lesson

I made prom, body parts in all direction

I’m not stressing, cause I’m doper than Columbians gardens

Cities follow me like I’m Charles Heston

See I’m split the Hennesy fast as a red sea

With weapons and do the same shit to your ...

I press issues, tab tissues, eat through grizzle

And give niggas another hole to shit through

You ain’t a dog, I smash your face like a shit tsu

I skitzo and murdering rituals

See that’s what I do when I get rid of you

I cut a nigga’s life shorter than an interlude

I send a dude to Lucifer, with gasoline soaked in his tennis shoes

...the flow, like no one’s been carting the new

On the news, with carcass and viewers, entrepreneur

An assassin, who last you fools, outside in the after noon

Execution to music, something you can build a casket to

I’m asking a few bags of lamas and a bottle of wine

To milk bodies, yeah I got it from this mobster

How you broad kissing a lobster

At the bottom of that water, with a twisted past you

I got you niggas hating and fearing it, when I spot you

Like a Dalmatian, I’ma bleed you, period

I see your ways, you gonna die from straights

From lick them in your ears like hearing aids

Now hospital cables are stuck no your able

Watching mash while they placing staples on your face

You unable to say something

It’s sad when I’m beating you, I bet you nice so you

Reading a book, right in front of your feet and tube

Grabbing the millimeter, I run up on your ass

Just like a stab from the episode of cheaters

Dealing this 4, like a hand of bad cards, while making up peter

They ain’t street, never seen a square, ‘less they own a computer

You pass them a ruger, but they ass wouldn’t know what to do with it

Stupid and shit, your chick fly, so I gave her the dick

And now she head over heels, like a stewardess

Whoop at your ass in that studio in that crack house

You can’t rap or sell that cat to a basset hound

A flashy get around, but I blast

You laying down faster than women in night gowns

Put the 2 to your stomach, like an ultra sound

And all you see is this bullet, pray for him now

I blow hospitals off of the property

You be surrounded by the doctors’ bodies

In that amputees, I just have no patients

Fuck saving the world and philanthropy

That’s just me, I don’t give a fuck

What? Triggerlosophy nigga

McVay, still rapping d12 till I die, bitch!