Wireless

Lyrics

[Intro] Put the gun down (Rawkus!) [Verse 1] I want a roll a batch colder than the ice you catch Hardcore, bite my shit, I crack ya polar caps It's open session on the hopeless dreaming It's open season on the worthless scheming One of you weak niggas will get stabbed in the throat With a piece of broken record on some old honest approach I'm common cold pocket 'cause the heat's waiting And ya'll look like a bunch of niggas that wanna meet Satan It's unbearable how I be wrecking your stereo Shoot you with a poison… now it's a different scenario I got a basement full of caskets waiting for you faggots hating Mr. Freeze dangerous for you maggots skating On thin ice that I just produced You'll get your guts reduced. Yo I'll rip your shoulders out, I'm wrapped in solar towers I'm so hot to your heart, I'll make you rip it out and hold it out Now you can beat it or get beat with it, each Get it with the heat, deal with cheap-seated niggas I had time to sit back in time and time-frame Wide-range like fifty-foot brains with a migraine Ram a fist in your whore, and leave the doors hurting Then squeeze a problem and dead it and leave the pores squirting I drink a glass of magma and shit out hot flashes You fucked around so long, your legs look like a box of stock-matches Your shit's expired. Look, your shit's on fire And across town, I'm choking your bitch with a strand of piano wire You dumb motherfuckers will get your wig ripped back Like it was gift-wrap You'll be sitting in hell, there receiving a call to blueprint Your brain and trace every curve in your skull [Chorus] (x2) I'm wireless, connect the day I'm wireless. You know these niggas don't play No connectors needed, no respect is needed, no infections treated All villains get treated the same [Verse 2] I usually steal the show and leave a nigga teethless And shred his fucking face into a million pieces And you're only making matters worse when I squeeze your skinny neck And make your Adam's/atoms burst I'm cutting percentages out of niggas with a rusty blade Spit into every crevice where the cuts are made. I ain't the same When I'm hot-seated Ya'll niggas are low class with no pilots heated Take my arms and legs, and I'll still hold on To your pathetic attempts Put a raw gram of liquid acid and set it to rest 'Cause your pathetic attempts is the best that it gets Erase your states of bullshit, put your bitch in a case and smack you So hard the blood cells rush to the side of your face 'Cause I got some sick intentions with connectors needed Send six in your ribs, the six dimensions No estrogen from the store's cat, no text is needed Just a Desert Eagle handled with some pressure needed This nigga's bleeding. Give him a towel. With a gun in their mouth They're only speaking in vowels I'm stubborn, my brain's locked like a thousand court cases And like a doctor without a job, kid, I don't have the patients/patience Split twenty heads in each district With two pieces of concrete in my fists, you'll leave with your teeth missing See, you don't know where the heat's sitting And in a minute, you'll be trying to find where the meat's ripping And with your head, neck, and your leg, I tie it in knots And pick you up and drop you off in the midnight deposit box [Chorus] (x2) I'm wireless, connect the day I'm wireless. You know these niggas don't play No connectors needed, no respect is needed, no infections treated All villains get treated the same