A dirt bag, degenerate

Salute the general, Moor Gang confederate.

Where we fighting for the chedder, bitch

public enemy, subject predicate.

Picasso, Seattle's own step child

With my ex popping x watching X-files

She give me skully and her neck catch projectiles

DMT having sex with the reptiles

I need an heir no aborting my next child

Hurry up befor dysfunctional erectile

Lucky Luciano probably get exiled

Acting wild, cracking smiles as the checks pile

I'm a problem child, no freckles

Full time Mr. Hyde, no Jekyll

She only got one shot, no Depo

Who gon steal on me, pff, no cleptos

My niggas stay hungry

Hungry, hungry hippos!

We carry zippos I only know sickos

Voice baritone...

Yo, is Sarah home?

Fuck folgers, wake up to the pheromones

Hella vulgar, an ogre, you there alone?

She got some sharp teeth, welcome to the terror dome

Picasso, my dad's a mad scientist you know where my alliance is

I lie on the defiant list

Fuck the Maybach, I belong on a pirate ship

Your girl watch the throne as she choke on a tyrant's dick

I'm a loud mouth nigga with a silent chick

And she don't do shit, but look fine and thick

She forget how to act, I'll remind her quick

I'm a dark face gremlin, the sign of Riddick

They could hate on me, I just feed off it

Wish they'd get off my dick so I can beat off it

If you die without a car I'mma key your coffin

We'll see what's popping when I see you, I don't sleep that often

This Seattle but it's sounding like the street of Compton

You hear the sirens, the choppers, the streets are talking

And the police be acting like the baller blockin

Got a glock, wears a badge?

Then he probably rotten.

#Ryhmestr