HOLOCAUST

Ha, hey guys, let's do one of those no melody songs
 That'll be so creative
 Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
 Ayy, Wendigo, you sound like Kenny Beats right now, hahaha
 Chase the money, chase money, hahaha
 Yeah, oh my God, bitch, yes, yeah, Wendi
 B-B-Bitch I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust
 Pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the holo cost
 Teacher said you won't be successful makin' those animations
 Shut yo apple-eatin' ass up and do some laminations
 I tear a page out the bible if I be out of papers
 Idle niggas worshipin' idols, put acid in yo wafers
 Pastor said you won't be successful gettin' that boomin'
 Did I ask ya pussy nigga? You a human
 And I'ma be a star soon, wavy like Ahab, hit that nigga with the harpoon
 Save me, I may have pulled the trigger, ate some hard 'shrooms
 Maybe I'm faded but I wiggle like a cartoon
 Yeah, I feel like a cartoon
 I'm in yo devices, perpetuate your vices in crisis, but I'm the nicest
 Always eat your food with spices
 Pay attention to the prices, don't be made into a sucka
 You won't have enough for supper, keep ya numbers on the upper
 Tupperware eatin', my seatin' steady on the carpet
 I park it and then I spark it, no marketin' hittin' targets
 Hit like a guitar pick that's strummin'
 Or like a drum that be gunnin' you down for fun, I chuckle, and then I run
 Run up, I dump it out, he wanna thump it out
 Coke in a mountain, my bitch gotta lump it out
 Don't do no arguments, pull up, no parkin' it
 You hear the sound when my niggas is sparkin' it
 I got two hands on that bitch, I won't double back
 I got that cookie it double wrap
 I got Gelato in Cuban tobacco
 I popped a new bottle and blew out her back, ho
 I act like a wacko
 I spit like I'm chewin' on you and don't know what to do with the goo
 You a slimy ass nigga, you drip like a garbage bag
 Try me, I'll always pull up with a larger mag
 Built like an armory, niggas got no chance of harmin' me
 Smoke up a garden G, I think it harden me
 I am not hurtin', my pain is too far to see
 Bitch if we kick it, no way you say "naw" to weed or to poppin' a bottle
 We pop him, he waddle
 I ain't never dawdle, I'm kickin' the throttle while fuckin' a model
 I stay as drawin', yo life is novel and most of it awful, uh
 Nobody read no more, I stay on the screen, you whore
 You pay to get to seen, you poor
 Don't play for no team, I'm bored, huh?
 Talkin' that shit yo lip look like an asshole
 Walk in that bitch, shoot the bricks out yo castle
 You one them niggas, not purse, it's a satchel
 That shit a purse, but it's less of a hassle
 Why it got tassels? Why it got tassels on it?
 I won't pass the chronic to ya, supersonic-hoover-vacuum, bitch
 I pack her smackin' lips
 My dick attack her, slip inside her back-end quick
 Stackin' chips like it's a Pringles can
 Let's get it crackin' bitch, nigga
 Bring it then, bring it then
 Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm
 Bitch, I'm smoking (bitch, I'm smoking) gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust
 Cubie
 Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke
 Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke
 Bitch, I'm feelin' great
 Yeah (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
 Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke
 Bitch, I'm feelin' great, chopstick get ate
 Fuck yo fate, change your fuckin' state
 Under sewer grates, put the stock up to my waist
 I make you flip, like a cake, fuck yo zip, yo cookie fake
 I tend to drip when I bake, put tobacco in my face
 Bitch, off the rip, I be laced, go outside and catch a case
 The pussy wet from the mace, riot dyin' in the street
 Keep up the pace, fuck you slowin' for?
 We racin' on our feet, we move with haste
 I'm amazed, all these niggas fallin' off
 Free 14, all these other rappers soft
 Spider Gang, choppa cough
 Bitch, on paper I look greater than presidents
 Set preposterous precedents, got a roster of resonance copper?
 Bother the residents proper, stockin' your evidence locker
 Medicine set, it'll stomp your head in a dropper
 I keep the lead in a yappa, I get to poppin' ya top or ya legs and sever spit red
 And I drop ya dead and in heaven with papa
 B-B-Bitch I'm smokin' heat like an oven, Hansel and Gretel
 Sippin' tea inside your neighborhood, cannot handle the kettle
 Pullin' up, double glovin', I'm buzzin' grippin' the metals
 Spend a dozen and dip before he can settle (yuh)
 He want beef, but he a chicken, I smoke a nigga, rotisserie
 You history, I use my machine to make you a mystery like Scooby-Doo
 I roll up my doobie, full of the beautiful
 Her booty pull me in 'cause she's suitable, irrefutable
 Run up on you, make you a victim, I'm the fuckin' shooter
 I don't pay for features, I lick 'em, watch your damn computer
 Back in high school they took my scooter, they made me a looter (they did it)
 I feel smart, I ain't need no tutor, born a true intruder
 Bitch I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust
 P-P-Pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the holo cost
 T-T-Teacher said you won't be successful makin' those animations
 T-T-Teacher ain't no doctor, ain't got no patience (nah)
 I feel like a cartoon (yeah, yeah)
 Bitch, bitch (huh), I feel like a cartoon, huh
 (Ha, now we're so original guys, let's add that to the new genre)
 (Oh my God, so lyrical, I only deserve when there's so much clou-)