B.C.M.T.F.O.

Lyrics

Its a BCMTFO thang, baby EP: Gangaz training with stealth cloths All black, word to my health goths Looking svelt, we never felt troths Up in the Bible Belt, you get dealt with Survivalist, been through hell with all the libelist Black Cloak Lifestyle, it's a revival kehd Shit, living foul amongst a pile of bricks Shave with a rusty schick, all my chicks Who with the three-way? she flipped the script Let the crew hit, the DVDA Peep the replay, treat the lice with a turpentine No dice, pulling a heist rocking sherpa-lined Shirt designs, angel shot with a squirt of lime (** I was just trying to flirt, what the fuck**) Up in the six, had a canuck call me a cuck A ganga stuck, fell on bad luck She don't use LOL and it means Lucifer our lord Love to plant crucifers, used to boost and fraud, applaud Black Cloak Me the Fck out Gangas had to go left, took another route Black Cloak Me the Fck out Shit, in due time baby no doubt Black Cloak Me the Fck out Climb a gang of pain with the style Black Cloak Me the Fck out Black Cloak Me the Fck out MovF: You know a gangaz name It should be tatted where ya Ma's boob is Its either that that or on the mons pubis Shorty blessed the stiffy By over where the jiffy lube is Dawg, we jackel headed like the god Anubis Large hubris, something like "the barber" Brutus When he's holding his shears Confidence developed over some years Of having cloaks envelop older gear He wear it till the mold appear Swear a Ganga never rolled a tear He rather play it by ear Rarely asked advice, pay the price For many nights he had to sacrifice Drastic life A bowl of pilaf with the plastic rice Left a nigga gastric sliced, precise Healed up, congealed up They said it made no stanking sense Like he was smoking spice dank incense Deposits at the bank in cents Made a monster like, doctor frankenstein Rubbin shorties with the frankincense