Strangeulation III

Wrapped in XLR cables
 Up from my whiskers, down to my fuckin' kicks
 Wreck-O was echoed in Gordon Geckos
 You suckin' dick
 Nobody be askin' me for secrets
 I ain't chuckin' tips
 I'd rather be bumpin' hips
 On that ratchet with muffin tits
 Tore up the limits
 From Britan visions would rock their lives
 Inside a prison where giddy bitches don't jock the rhyme
 Born in precision on rhythm spittin' could swat a fly
 For them to just kick a single shillings from Spotify
 Bye, Bye killers
 On a high five business
 Gonna ride by the sickest
 In your high ride to the hitlist
 If we ain't spoke in ages
 Then miss me with broken favors
 You Miley Cyrus to majors
 You twerkin' on swollen razors (run now)
 Dont make me come to dinnernail your tounge down
 And have you plead your case to us
 At Strangeland at sundown
 Be careful of the biz
 Cause everything has got a price attached
 Wake up with a horse head in your bed
 And next your life is snatched
 Tank full of petro
 Bank full of pesos
 Pull on my tour bus
 Bonus on a payroll
 Feel like I be killin' it
 Famous on the internet
 Really I'm just wingin' it
 Cookin' shit on my Kitchenett
 Life so good
 Right now I need to celebrate
 Bout to sell a stadium out
 And turn it into rake
 Look at how the industry norm
 Has started lookin' Strange
 All my brothers riding the storm
 While they just ride the waves
 Caviar wishes
 Bitches for my bitches
 Black shades and hoodies
 And spots and white linens
 Feel like Sam Kinison
 Preachin' to these citizens
 Screamin' at the saints
 You ain't ever gonna get rid of us
 Guessin' that I just cleaned my plate
 So now I'm gettin' cake
 Speedin' down the interstate
 Yellin' get out the fuckin' way
 We plant flags in the ground
 Because we here to stay
 And bring my whole hood out
 And have my own parade
 (Black Gold!)
 I purposely wrote this verse
 Just to murder, dismember, defecate
 Disassemble the limbs
 Of a nigga who try and separate
 Artistry from nonfiction
 Im sent with a conviction
 To sentence you pons
 Givin' the benz on my diction
 There he goes
 Speakin' bout how he murk a beat
 Smellin' himself
 Why else would he flaunt about it so verbally
 Dance around me
 Like I was a paraplegic
 In a do-si-do competition
 Lookin pissed like I never heard of feet
 Yadda Yadda
 A whole lotta yappin'
 About my rappin'
 When I'm the captain
 Of crunchin' you niggas milky dreams
 Im the comparison of Pac's face
 Staring in your face
 Mock razor blades cut
 Leave you crispy clean
 Don't ask Tech
 Ask me if it's questions
 Guarantee that he tell you
 That I'm the best
 And Im destined
 To find a snake and a bat
 Helpin' Kansas City's progression
 Hopin' I hurt the feelings
 Of whoever second guessed it
 Cause everybody talkin'
 Imma make you niggas hear me
 Mind control flow
 Now: listen till your ears bleed
 Spit it sicker than these sycophants
 Keep your dick up in your pants
 You were blunted on the block
 Me, I had some different plans
 I'm trying to get to France
 Sniffing grams
 Hit a branch
 Independent Powerhouse
 Vibin' out with the fam
 Waking up in different cities
 Every night hittin' grants
 Stay prepared for this
 I'm bearing witness to this sinner man
 Stripper dance with cinnamon
 Clubbin' with my gentlemen
 Drink away the nights events
 Nothing worth remembering
 Squad will run up in this bitch
 Mobbin' like some immigrants
 Jack you for your paper stack
 Rob you of your innocence
 Taping of the scene of crimes
 Swabbing for my fingerprints
 Thought about my life
 You thought the same
 And couldn't think of shit (Ha!)
 This type of fire dont extinguish
 Now write about some bigger shit
 You're striking out
 Swing and miss
 Ring around the Rosie, homie
 Pocket full of pain
 Keep a lock up on my lane
 And triple optic in my brain, look