Zoro / Pure Imagination
You stickin' on me with the goop, creepin', creepin'
In the cut and you know it is what I do
I could light them with the horror
I think I can feel the marrow
I killin' every day, call me Roronoa Zoro
I'm high just like a sparrow, I'm shootin' very narrow
My focus is right on, feel the heat it's from the barrel
Don't walk next to him, ain't real my friend
Take it out, lookin' like a fuckin' fool, my man
Then check it out, end up in the fuckin' pool again
All the blood pour out, like a water can
Set it off, can you move?
Bonjour bonjour je suis comment allez vouz
I don't give a fuck about you, you's a fool
I would kill you with a minute or two, I gotchu
Lucid beats snortin' coke and smokin' pot
Get so high you might get popped
Project sockin', till you knocked you'll get the pop
I dont give a fuck about you, you's a fool
I would kill you with minute or two, I gotchu
Lucid beats snortin' coke and smokin' pot
Get so high you might get popped
Project sockin', till you knocked you'll get the pop
Freddie takin' off, hit the gear, take it back
Bitch you know I like it fat, put that booty on my lap
I'm a stupid motherfucker, ain't the coolest in the world
But the Freddie 'bout to kill you bruisin' it, bitch you loosin' it
Keepin' all these bitches on file
Bitch you are so nasty you are motherfucking vile
I've never seen the movie that is called 8 Mile
I will kill a bitch named Kim, in a while
What'chu mean? You don't know
Hear my name? Close the door
You are fucking with the six, two eight nine, in the pits, shoot it up
Bitch you are a motherfucking waste, a disgrace
Don't you ever show your fucking face
Weed, speed, dope, can you cope, with no hope
It ain't cold, it's pure imagination
You's a fuckin' bitch now, come and test my clique
You ain't fucking shit, it's your imagination
Weed, speed, dope, can you cope, with no hope
It ain't cold, it's pure imagination
You's a fuckin' bitch now, come and test my clique
You ain't fucking shit, it's your imagination
I don't give a fuck about you, you's a fool
I would kill you with a minute or two, I gotchu
U-u-u-Beats snortin' coke and smoking pot
Get so high you might get popped
Project sockin', till you knocked you'll get the pop-pop
I don't give a fuck about you, you's a fool
I would kill you with a minute or two, I gotchu
Lucid beats snortin' coke and smokin' pot
Get so high you might get popped
Project sockin', till you knocked you'll get the pop
In the cut and you know it is what I do
I could light them with the horror
I think I can feel the marrow
I killin' every day, call me Roronoa Zoro
I'm high just like a sparrow, I'm shootin' very narrow
My focus is right on, feel the heat it's from the barrel
Don't walk next to him, ain't real my friend
Take it out, lookin' like a fuckin' fool, my man
Then check it out, end up in the fuckin' pool again
All the blood pour out, like a water can
Set it off, can you move?
Bonjour bonjour je suis comment allez vouz
I don't give a fuck about you, you's a fool
I would kill you with a minute or two, I gotchu
Lucid beats snortin' coke and smokin' pot
Get so high you might get popped
Project sockin', till you knocked you'll get the pop
I dont give a fuck about you, you's a fool
I would kill you with minute or two, I gotchu
Lucid beats snortin' coke and smokin' pot
Get so high you might get popped
Project sockin', till you knocked you'll get the pop
Freddie takin' off, hit the gear, take it back
Bitch you know I like it fat, put that booty on my lap
I'm a stupid motherfucker, ain't the coolest in the world
But the Freddie 'bout to kill you bruisin' it, bitch you loosin' it
Keepin' all these bitches on file
Bitch you are so nasty you are motherfucking vile
I've never seen the movie that is called 8 Mile
I will kill a bitch named Kim, in a while
What'chu mean? You don't know
Hear my name? Close the door
You are fucking with the six, two eight nine, in the pits, shoot it up
Bitch you are a motherfucking waste, a disgrace
Don't you ever show your fucking face
Weed, speed, dope, can you cope, with no hope
It ain't cold, it's pure imagination
You's a fuckin' bitch now, come and test my clique
You ain't fucking shit, it's your imagination
Weed, speed, dope, can you cope, with no hope
It ain't cold, it's pure imagination
You's a fuckin' bitch now, come and test my clique
You ain't fucking shit, it's your imagination
I don't give a fuck about you, you's a fool
I would kill you with a minute or two, I gotchu
U-u-u-Beats snortin' coke and smoking pot
Get so high you might get popped
Project sockin', till you knocked you'll get the pop-pop
I don't give a fuck about you, you's a fool
I would kill you with a minute or two, I gotchu
Lucid beats snortin' coke and smokin' pot
Get so high you might get popped
Project sockin', till you knocked you'll get the pop
Credits
Writer(s): Freddie Dredd
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