Bundles

Lyrics

[2011 Intro] Look, fuckstick, I'm incredibly busy so why don't you get the hell outta here before I snap your dick off, and jam it into your ass? [Verse] Coke in the building, bundles in the frost of the Winter Hunger pains, I hug the block, I make the Glock shimmer I got the block all Bruce Jenner, the goon sweater Mask and gloves, blue belt leather, beside him shorter denims Ain't nothin' new about the World Order death serum We pushin' heroin pills with federal Berettas Superpowers turn sighty to Psilocybin We get wacky, ice pentagram, you still a hand cavi The sanitation green like Pappy Mason on slaveships The streets on, don, we on some Rick James shit Explain shit, I don't have to shit, I'm on vacations Playin' shit, I don't have to spit the incantations Look it up, dummy, I got a dummy down to get money Laboratory status, Benetton sacks and fly Gumbies Catchin' bait six, Goretex worship face feats Little mommies have a lick on my balls like camp mints [Les Grossman Yelling Scene from Tropic Thunder Outro] Fuckface, first, take a big step back, and literally FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! Now, I don't know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you tryna pull here but Asia Jack, is my territory! So whatever you're thinking you'd better think again, otherwise, I'm gonna have to get down there, and I will rain down on a godly fuckin' firestorm upon you, you're gonna have to call the fuckin' United Nations to get a fuckin', binding resolution to keep me from fuckin' destroyin' you! I am talkin' scorched Earth, motherfucker! I WILL MASSACRE YOU! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!