Rap Circus

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ouija] Thug shawty got drugs on me Y'all ball like hoes homie That shit you on so (?) Y'all built to be nobody We shit fire Save the matches Stacc chips don't pay taxes That's a lie! I do pay taxes but i hate taxes who made taxes I wanna strange axis You straight faggots won't say faggot Ima do what ever the fucc i feel like okay faggot This ain't no malice or mace rapping Trapped in my atheist way snappin' That straight madness Tear down clubs when this thang happens [Verse 2: Choirboy] When this thang happen my dame snatchin' all watches any purse and your chain captain I'm sick of tired of ain't having After this thinking we flame-tastic My pants sag and my hair long Uncles (?) on their loans Must have caught Ouija and rap for him Might just say a little prayer for him Never was the one to go preach but a motherfuccer don't grind then ya don't eat While a brother got no time and i can't sleep cause I'm steady wrapping up these traccs no beats Go give it up and we take it Too proud bitch i ain't begging These cats keep talking that shit but they ain't live what they sayin' uh huh [Verse 3: dotCULT] [Verse 4: Ouija] Sniff more drugs than a cop dog Almost got my fuccin' arm chopped off Been stabbed twice been shot down Wanna kill me then you better do a lot more I've always chosen my pathways So i know who to call when it goes wrong A-D-D made my life hard Fucc school I'm a ninth grade dropout Couldn't let them fill the space in my head Had lyrics and I've yet to get them all out Sort out the cheese Thought out the schemes with my brother Dank Sinatra then we mobbed out (?) out the steez We are the G's These faulty seems we'll let a motherfuccer know about What are you about When the truth is out All you goobers pout Shut your loser mouth [Verse 5: Choirboy] Don't bang no set but my bitches bangin' titties hangin' Ass fat look at that Disrespect the ceiling banging If doing drugs is cool consider me Miles Davis Driving faded Getting wasted Might crash my new whip from (?) Shit Alert the papers Call the cops Tell your neighbors Elvis got the work and the church in Vegas Clowns taking over all your favorite radio stations Amazing ain't it Cats swanging off nuts just to try to make it They tried to tame us feel like a couple fuccin' lions locked in cages Swear the game lookin' like a fuccin' circus lately Greatest Fuccin' Show On Earth