Aqualungs

Lyrics
[Verse 1]: Down and dirty, nearly, none are worthy Because I am so cool you heard me, I fake not Lord Apak rules, golden rules, twelve jewels I eat shit, breath, live, feel, love raw Hip-Hop, fool Eternal love, cop killa slugs Loaded in my Glock-17 random shots, in every direction Every mothafucka can get it, catch five In both sides of your hip, destroy your fuckin' midsection Celebrate, on your death date Collide with fate, checkmate, it's a done deal Silence the weak minded, with nine registered, silencers I'm on five different kinds of tranquilizers Fuck Rap, my gat will mesmerize ya, adrenaline, will energize ya 'Til your fuel cells deplete, it's a defeat A victory that waits in the dark, I can smell blood in the water like a shark Aqualungs [Chorus]: (Spanish sample) [Verse 2]: We kill mighty gongs, worldwide with microphones Check the (?), coño, Goddamn! How the fuck did you store seven grams of pure blow? It went out, fam Are you okay? You need a ride to the hospital? Fuck that, yo, just pay me what you owe I drink like a fish with Aqualungs, I'm so fuckin' drunk, I cannot lie I gave her five Xanax bars, her pussy is like a running faucet With a sponge on the nozzle, everytime I lie My dick grows like Pinocchio These grimy hoes like it though, I'm out in the sticks growing hydroponic sticky-icky gooey chewy like Chewbacca Nastier than dead people caca I'm stranded, in Arizona, dick hard with a boner I'm a loner, my mother is from Barcelona Loan a nigga a dollar, then holla at her pimp, oh shit, haha Evil tracks from the Blunted Sultan, that whore fronted, on the futon She was only 21, put her pussy on my gun, now it's a pretty pistol [Chorus]
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Credits
- Writers
- Apakalypse