Lyrics

Hold up, my ebola quotes will make you throw up All over your motives, bro you boasting? I'm robust, about Seven times thicker than biggest bitch in your litter Literature left my gifts to most high tracks sacrament A generous kind of guy (shit), I don't know what else to do Qaddafi on the other side the planet scare up a hell in you So out of balance do-gooders evolve being they self A new heaven's to be erected I'm available - a helping hand So ambidextrous Suzi taught me how to rap the fans Devonwho and I be restless justice bless the band Together in this cold weather click up the clan We Did It in Klipmode, mold your soul like a popular brand Brrr, cold chains so heavy Black grille with turquoise stones and broke levees Soldiers and thugs military, hooligans at the ready With AK four-sevens blow kisses strong arm steady Trigger happy hippie trip like acid confetti drop On niggas nasty lids, beaks clipped out at the barber shop (what?) I'm making little sense, whatever (okay), apocalyptic scripture And your whack ass government ain't doing no better Yeah, now I got to rewrite the whole constitution Hip-hop would just bring back the public execution Chuck out all the confusion and burn all of that tax law Money murder messiahs and revelations in fire, caw! [It's like playing a sacred game of dodgeball listen real closely nigga]