Dollar On Swole

Lyrics

[Hook] In the middle of the club, dollar on swole Take me a scoop, put it to my nose Buckin' through the crowd, knock yo bitch down Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out In the middle of the club, dollar on swole Take me a scoop, put it to my nose Buckin' through the crowd, knock yo bitch down Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out [Verse 1] Kamikaze in a Maserati, homicidal hobbies Blow your bodies up like Nagasaki, missiles from the shotty Split your bodies then I mold the corpses out on a big dolly Gulf war syndrome at the party, poppin' molly, scopin' charlie There's no need for an autopsy when this migo gettin' naughty Flesh is rottin', never stoppin', medulla oblongata Spreadin' parts of your whole noggin', bring a key bump for a goon For a motherfuckin' bargain on, embedded your horror Cyanide, sayonara, Guatemala, pounds trapped In the snout of a wicked clone, Saigon, Heroin My flow is in the medicine, my tolerance is nuclear With the skull and crossbones, hold on my soul, it's gone Been zoned out for so long and blown like a trombone Shittin' on you maricones Throwin' your hood pass and flash - don't even do that I rip and rob you wussies, throw them bitch niggas a Tampax Hairpin trigger and a (?) [Hook] In the middle of the club, dollar on swole Take me a scoop, put it to my nose Buckin' through the crowd, knock yo bitch down Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out In the middle of the club, dollar on swole Take me a scoop, put it to my nose Buckin' through the crowd, knock yo bitch down Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out [Verse 2] Mad Max, thunderdome, crystal Huffin' on broke glass, grippin' on pistols Hitman mercenary blackout squad man I'mma blow your motherfuckin' back out, Afghan Bounty hunter, doomsday, motherfuckin' assassin Kick in the entrance then commence the blastin' Lord Voorhees, Scarecrow Myers Do some wicked shit, with a torch 'n pliers Opiates, benzos and amphetamines Tussionex, roxies, promethazine, codeine Kush bud smoke 'bout to strangle No breath internally, I think I'm 'bout to bleed to death Think all my brain cells obliterated Alzheimer settin' in and I'm really age-old Lord Infamous, my flesh is tortured by an addiction Most of my life I'm seein' these demonic visions [Hook] 2x In the middle of the club, dollar on swole Take me a scoop, put it to my nose Buckin' through the crowd, knock yo bitch down Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out In the middle of the club, dollar on swole Take me a scoop, put it to my nose Buckin' through the crowd, knock yo bitch down Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out