Brute

Lyrics

Is anybody boutta do some Is anybody boutta do some Is anybody boutta do some Put him in the mood and the brute running Poof to the proof plummet Boot for the hope That the truth not a plumber And the loot ain't a number This a new function You a funion Loop into my stomach He soon to be loving the buckets he come into for fuck of it Let em suck a bit Just missed with the bullshit He quick with the bullshit Mix into cauldron The life always full of it Pick another poison now I'm Flow equipped Real cold with the dictate Little bro never know how a prince patient Day to day Dickhead insane with the painkiller picking fate Minced with the brain til I say bitches Penetrate the same difference It's like we paid different Is anybody boutta do some Is anybody boutta do some Put him in the mood and the brute running And god I'm mm mm lovin' it St-st-stupid got me stuttering Never fumble wraps Cause the woods got me dumb with ticks Couple tabs see the ego trip But maybe he at peace wait Free a lethal brain just to stumble at the priests gate Geek the equal Never in my life tho Help a couple fiend start a spree like a typo Bruce lee tap em in his spleen Getting close to the cheese Tryna see what it mean But what do I know Yea they ain't really know shit Yea they ain't really know shit Is anybody boutta do some Put him in the mood and the brute running