Suffering Suckatashe (Duel 1)

Lyrics

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse: Krondon] Mocha-skinned Marilyn at the bus stop While I'm gettin' gas, wantin' a ride to the beauty shop And I don't know your pretty face from a can of paint And I ain't never been the type to be savin' 'em In my truck paradin' 'em Suffering suckatashe (Suffering suckatashe) I'm the type to get the cash, prolly fuck and dash Here you come, sludgin' up the street with your dusty feet Nowhere to go, lookin' for someone to meet I guess I look like a Yellow Cab Standin' here bright with my yellow ass She said: "It's just two blocks" I said: "Do you do this a lot?" "But, pretty please, I'm out here walkin'" Asked if I smoke weed I asked: "Do you eat chocolate?" With that English accent, she laughed: "I'm from Canada Here to study fashion But, what's your passion? Who are you? Why you chillin' by yourself? Where you goin'? What you do?" So, I told her, now she holy rollin' All in my face, titties swollen, she promotin' like: "Can I go with you?" Normally, that's my cue The perfect time to begin an interview "Comment allez vous? Conversation candy, get where you going, don't be standin' out here stranded And I ain't tryna reprimand ya, but understand the world full of snakes and tarantulas Quick to romance ya Take you out at night, takin' all kinda chances Disarm ya and harm ya Charm ya, corrupt your karma Nigga know 'cause he got daughters And if they took a ride from a nigga like me, I'd prolly be bothered I'd be havin' Black Thoughts like Tariq Trotter Every night in Hollywood another manslaughter No, it ain't a movie just a lot of good and marijuana It had little babys wakin' up without fathers We arrivin' like a [?] So be good, be safe and be ready, bitch Huh, carry on Tarry on Carry on Tarry on" [Sampled Outro] ...spent a while [?], (Yeah) Know what I'm sayin' And then you gotta send me Elijah, ya understand You put salt in the game, 'cause it put salt in the water And you got the split But the problem was he was a bald-head man [?] Book of Jeremiah, chapter 48 verse 37, there's a curse in the Bible called The Curse of Moab Say, every hair gon' be bald and every beard gon' be clipped See, I'm a Nazarene, from the womb I'm a Samson deal, this where I get my power In the Bible I'm called, this is called King of Kings, Lord of Lords This right here give me power from here on out Nigga don't have this on his chin he don't have no dick This is the hair, take control of my dick and everything It ain't so much that I fucked the bitch real well See what I'm sayin', the Holy Spirit followed [?] fucked the bitch [?]