Bury dreams, fuck hoes, write raps and slit wrists

Bury dreams, fuck hoes, write raps and slit wrists


I drop more bars than a vending machine
Hit by Oprah, after the closing of Chucky'Cheese
Fuck your dreams, we back again; whut up komik?!
Yo G', rock the beat, tuck away your heat
I'm for jamaican love, fuck your constant hate
I'll be there when JAH comes like Ashanti's face
Effecting the single charts with lingual SARS
Fuck pimps and cars, I swing more arms than Indian Gods
I'm still the Don on more albums than sticker cards
Without suits, little remarks and.. simple bars
Mainstream hides behind green and weed like Adam and Eve
Draw the mics, I rattle steel like medieval battlefields
Bury dreams, fuck hoes, write raps and slit wrists
I'll cut brakes like a managing boss and a quick fix
Oh yeah.. With Fegons moms lipstick on dick's tip
Fuck a breast fix, I'll pump her chest with a 12 gauge
Next page! I'm getting censored like Casino's best takes
Let me recycle one rhyme, I'm shooting stars like whishes
And my gat remains towards the sky... like my fist does
Send a message through the hood
Like bumperstickers on lowriders and ghostwriters
I'll recycle this one too
For old times'sake this legend is turning legens to oldtimers
This is not a pompous diss, but the conclusion is..
Plotting schemes while these cats are stuck in dreams
Fuck every fucking fuck, fucking thinking the can fuck with me