Dead Prime Ministers

Lyrics

[Verse 1] You don't know what the artform is You don't really got the heart for this It was a long time ago, I wrote you off my list You should have picked up the phone, man, callin' it quits I was full of rage, I couldn't wait to pull the gauge and bullets spray Put it this way, you put away I couldn't say where I put your grave Mourn your friends, they rock heads like Stonehenge Bonehead, you couldn't write bright with a glow pen I'm taking every ounce of your life My heart and soul weighs twenty-one grams when you die I seen the fiends smoke twenty-eight grams of the pie Seen your show, it look like an amateur night (Yeah!) [Chorus] I want dead prime ministers Green ones, brown ones, the red ones are sinister Yeah! Do it big, y'all miniatures Dead you with this signature finisher like a wrestler Yeah! Where's the dead prime ministers? Brown, green, red, that grand be the register Yeah! I want dead prime ministers Get it how you can 'cause the pigs Want to limit us [Verse 2] I bring your mom down a class like a parent-teacher conference Come from the past so humans perceive my knowledge You run from the flash as soon as it break the silence From the front to the back, my goonies are straight riders Bring it how you want it though, we swingin' down Geronimo Too proud to fall, you should have stopped me when I had a soul Underbelly of the city ate my brother, now it's cold My brother barely really tell me everything I know Smokin' like a chimney just to help me keep control Spinnin' up another Philly only time I'm on a roll This life is hella gritty, y'all softer than Hello Kitty Brought a piece of metal with me, but nobody else matter when your head is dizzy Put you on ice after I sell your kidneys Filthy as ever really guilty for killing every year [Chorus] I want dead prime ministers Green ones, brown ones, the red ones are sinister Yeah! Do it big, y'all miniatures Dead you with this signature finisher like a wrestler Yeah! Where's the dead prime ministers? Brown, green, red, that grand be the register Yeah! I want dead prime ministers Get it how you can 'cause the pigs Want to limit us [Verse 3] I ain't think about stoppin', ain't givin' another option Been sonnin' these rappers and I put 'em up for an adoption Gettin' twisted way too often, burnin' spliffs like I'm an arson While you sittin' and you watchin', put your clique up in a coffin 'Cause you the type of bitch to back down when it come to it I stand my ground on my plates like a monument Astonishment, you see your teeth through your bottom lip The problem is impoverishment, we started where the bottom is Stay true, y'all never play the role you claim to Stomp you into puddles like a kid wearin' rain boots One punch, your teeth like a sofa, they hang loose Still wipin' the blood off, I just change shoes [Chorus] I want dead prime ministers Green ones, brown ones, the red ones are sinister Yeah! Do it big, y'all miniatures Dead you with this signature finisher like a wrestler Yeah! Where's the dead prime ministers? Brown, green, red, that grand be the register Yeah! I want dead prime ministers Get it how you can 'cause the pigs Want to limit us