LOF
Just Silver
I’m coughing damn weed harsh as Sam’s Feed
Get on your damn knees or kick it like stampedes
This bitch is sicknin syphilis disease picture this please
There is no need for the three feet weaves now
Crayola brows, cotton ball blouse with calls from Skout
A day over the house now I know what hoes are all about
Skipping and ditching licking and bitching end up missing
Trends of sipping and stripping rear end semen dripping
Club hopping drug popping cause of the head dropping
As an infant her chin has got permanent imprints
And the germs insist from sperm and jizz got to work with it
Herpes don’t leave burning to pee woe is me
At least her colons clean so now no ovaries
No ones as cold as teens in which I scheme hopefully
Full of dreams potpourri and good lawyers go to me
So I can do this socially and mark it up like old degrees
hook
Not a pill I aint swallowed, straight out the bottle
Grab a can and sniff the paint ‘til its hollow.
My brain may be fading but when it comes to tomorrow
We can look back and say… I’ve done it
Spyder
I’m a workin trance, verbal nerd words enhance
Pull up my Urkel pants do my little circle dance,
Perverted man sherbet color shirt and vans
Pills, purple plants and squirt Jergen hands.
Know what's more sick... I got orange foreskin
Gory and morbid sure shits like a short clit,
You can watch porn clips of how my sword dips
Cause its that or a horse dick... Your pick.
Magic mushrooms acid, bug fumes
Crack, laughing gas ‘til my bloods blue.
Vats in the back of gaseous tub glue,
Pill dump I fill up sniff bumps and my lungs through.
Toke hash so bad smoke gives me throat rash
My ass choke, hack while puttin my trip to this notepad.
If I could go back, no id still take the same stance you see
That ok? Microphone... how come you never answer me?!
hook
Not a pill I aint swallowed, straight out the bottle
Grab a can and sniff the paint ‘til its hollow.
My brain may be fading but when it comes to tomorrow
We can look back and say… I’ve done it