Porno - Then quit
Verse 1:
Tables turnin this, they burning this, crack heads and herbelists/
You heard of it, we mercin this, ryhme styles is murderous/
Its curtious the dirtiest, back stabbin verbelists/
Gave birth to it and nurtured this, go out purchase this/
If you liking it, we hyping it, raw heads buyin this/
We tightly knit, like nike kicks, sweat shops in china kid/
Aint no stoppin it, we droppin it, prime time like optemist/
So we poppin chris, and coppin whips, no chance monogamous/
On top of it like hoffman is foot stomps and soccer kicks/
You knocking this, we cocking shit , knife stabs and lots of clips/
Livin in a copperless metropolis, stock town sarcophages/
Where obeject is to make cream and pop a tech, tare a chain of a neck/
Spit game offer sex, fuck a minute bust up in it, get brain shot eject/
And if thats not respect than you can ask my crew/
Who got the best producers, fatest djs and them rappers too/
You know how slackers do, play pro evo with my people never pack a tool/
So if you evil like kenvil, better crack a brew/
Cause we peaceful like we legal, til you act a fool/
Or get a hole in your stomach like a kangeroo/
Chorus:
Yo we fluent at what we doin, so what we really doin/
Nothing new in but improving what yall cats been doin/
Cause you screwing it up, like the cork in a wine bottle/
In to in a cup, so if you give fuck, than quit/
Verse 2:
I dont sqaush shit like a moshpit, I gets high like a cock pit/
And drop quick like karat kid drop kick, so whats the topic/
Serving up hot shit, like a fully overflooded steaming sewer, this swedish tumour/
Life threatning like feeding cruogers with a bleeding looser/
So if beleave in rumours, you can see me not on tv but at hooters,
decieving newgirls and cheating brewers/
Straight Out of their stock, pulling heat like lugers, nines and the glocks/
And when the signs of your watch strike ten, its just brimstone and lightning from the titan/
Im type zen, until I get provoked, If I am Ill get a neck to shoke with a connecter bolt/
Respect your folks, pimps and elders/
Or Ill correct your joke, til you stick a feather/
In your ass and scream quack/
You dont mean that, this aint the matrix and I aint fat joe, I dont care if you lean back/
The slugs will still touch you like petting zoos and catholic priests/
Even if you had half a week to get in tune you couldnt match my frees/
You double bunk hostel living, Im master suite/
I couple fuck lots of women, you use your hand to beat/ ´
Chorus:
Yo we fluent at what we doin, so what we really doin/
Nothing new in but improving what yall cats been doin/
Cause you screwing it up, like the cork in a wine bottle/
In to in a cup, so if you give fuck, than quit/