Staggering And Stuttering

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Psyde] Redeeming my soul, I'm still awaiting Interrupt and get struck When my veins are willing to rise, I get mad My cat got [?] But I didn't get mad or got had, I got with him Try to tenderize, [?] like venom But wait [?] hit em Run em up, succumb to the [?] A+ don't be giving a mother fuck Psycho Drama, nigga, what Into your head with the scriptures Internet, son of a bitches, you lames come with bullshit The [?] get bagged The lips of the Lucifer fix it, the rest of my shit, I'm pitching a fit Cause bullshit niggas doing half-assed jobs getting had That black mask and that mag gonna save my ass If I succumb to, then fuck it, then I ain't got shit tight, nigga I'll pop that holster bеcause you gonna show bloods you right On time, when it gеts [?] Your shit is getting lethal when they wanna break my stride And ah, nobody gunna break me down You gotta pick up the nine, niggas staggering And now you stuttering, get your shit together, G [Hook: Psycho Drama] You staggering, now you stuttering, get your shit together, G Money talks, bullshit walks, and you and that bullshit better be Recognize it, true niggas in your presence, this is real, bitch You bleed formaldehyde fucking with this ill shit [Verse 2: A+] My lyrics be scandalous As an open handed slaps from children to parents And apparently de-transparent Mother fucker can't understand it [?] with shit to speak Gave some shit to tweak off of, I hope I don't get to deep Now check it Inflicted pain graphic enough to be in a picture frame Lyrics out to get you mane, and you can't get shit to tame Silver frame from all that shit you talking, kid Staggering, stuttering, gave em a casket is what I went off and did Who'd you think you fucking with? And plus it's Psycho Drama fucking your dreams up And sons is hating, how Long Island and Chicago teamed up? Such a beam up And call your mother fucking hero In the scenes what is an [?] Went from a hundred to a fucking zero Cuz a [?] and I don't see no reason to quit Unstable as I am, I really don't need no reason for shit It's a season for this Paper chasing, bludgeoning, uncovering Us thugs gonna do the fucking governing Leave you staggering and stuttering [Hook] [Verse 3: Buk] Graphic as hands in a basket [?] is this perfect [?] two bad nurses, what you working with Until the fucking curtains close, I ain't gonna stop this hurting, hoes Until the dirt [?] In my berserking mode, I'm ignant Bringing death to their wishes How dare you test the bridges [?] the expeditious I'm bringing the wet to fishes Intent, infected, vicious, brain in the mix The malicious and ignant motherfuckers Is what I'm claiming and shit, we vultures Cultures of repulsive clusters, sedative instinct Dependent on the money that God provide us Fuck what the men think, on a thin brink of reality I don't wanna battle me so I know you don't, bitch And casting a spell on those motherfuckers who sat on me I got this problem with channeling anger Strange but I change too Similar to David Banner in danger or that kid in the manger Anything to be more specific about my decryptive picture And elixirs can't help see no different These my unstable scriptures [Hook]