Destined to Rep

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 2005's monologues, ski masks and Suburbans I mastered the art, I'm a sick bastard with nurses and surgeons Platinum hearses, the new jacks attached to the cervix Blaming God founded Hashem or get clapped in service Glenwood Projects, cases and guns, safes and drugs No escape from pain in the world The hood, it bottles it up You called us dirt hoppers, gangsta, homie It's therapy music, fucking you up Personality switchin' like Kobe Young soldier, pulling Soviets and MAC-11's I never liked church I burnt it to the ground with the reverend Tribute to Heaven Desert Eagle stuffed in the covers Don't make me shoot I feel guilty it'll pass for the others [Chorus (made with cuts) x2] "I be Gore-texing to death" Goretex: "Brooklyn's bed is on the street" "Obvious that I was destined to rep" [Verse 2] Pipe bomb the priest, if fire starts, I'll martyr the genius Jihad Allah, torture devices call for human excrement My goons are the future, streets faze me, chain in the buck Corrupt, I never trust a moss, I spilled your hatred with love Oprah part porn stars they take a ride in the car Married bitches take it right in the jaw like I'm a fucking Czar We movin' smack rap to sesame bagels Get yo' recipe, body parts sent in an apartment in Vegas Catching vapors, griding for paper, I long for the savior Graveyards on project halls, shootin' up walls with lasers Experiments to regiment for all my newest disciples Teaching the seeds how to strip flesh and break apart rifles [Chorus (made with cuts) x2] "I be Gore-texing to death" Goretex: "Brooklyn's bed is on the street" "Obvious that I was destined to rep" [Verse 3] Teenage lapdogs who front drugs their mom's been called Blowjob mouth, she swallow it like Molly Ringwald Chicks on the dean list gettin' choked with phone cords The celebrity mold, Ayatollah falls, approach war I'm the omnipresence, stolen energy in the desert If I die in a plane, you fuckers better know it's a setup Suburban fishtail, CIA watchin' the kids' mail Home in the chrome's on, fuckin' with blondes in pigtails I turn clits to Putty, quick to burn hits to money Sunset Strip, with Nikki Sixx natural bunnies Ain't nobody's pickin' you up, you rhymin' all mussy Hippy rap, what the fuck is evil about, you cryin' pussy? [Chorus (made with cuts) x4] "I be Gore-Texing to death" Goretex: "Brooklyn's bed is on the street" "Obvious that I was destined to rep" Destined to rep x9