Burn Slow
Yea
I'm putting rap on the chopping block in a hostile spot
They sleeping on me from cot to cot and it's not a shock
Dot dot dot, I get it, critics stay in your proper spot
Fuck a physician's assistant I need a proper doc
Fuck wit or don't fuck wit it, don't forget it
Hush critics with plush lyrics on hostile drops
Yea, watch the time tables turn slow
Dipping blunts in honey just to make em burn slow
Yo, learned from my father never to bother with lifeless clowns
Treat the mic like my wife when she high
Man I'ma pipe it down
Righteous sound, Midas, my touch is golden
Realize the crown resides in my mind
When I'm rhyming foul I'm the nicest around
I'll merk a cat like a worthless brat in a circus act
Mumble rapping like you on perc and smack
You deserve a slap, murder that
Worthless verses get hurdled in tracks
Weak rappers get beaten, burned to the ground and turned into wax, ugh
All these monkey ass niggas wanna be bathing apes
I'm about to end they career, I'll send you a save the date
The stipulation is haters just hate the greats
Grab the pliers, pull the fangs out these snakes and then eat they face, ugh
Yo, rappers be taking shots and making lots of noise
I just filet em and leave a vacant lot
Fuck a lock, when I rush your spot
What I'm clutching's got an ergonomic handle
The silencers just to hush the glock
A double long stock, a banana clip
The scope is gigantic
It's got a 40x zoom like a Canon camera lens
Barrel grip as stiff as a damn mannequin
Hair trigger, a safety switch with a damn damaged end
They'll never find us, were timeless, my mind is going nuts
But the stock in my rhyming is climbing and steady going up
Dumb deaf or blind I got dimes trying to hold the nuts
I'll even make a heathen sip semen out of a solo cup
I'm putting rap on the chopping block in a hostile spot
They sleeping on me from cot to cot and it's not a shock
Dot dot dot, I get it, critics stay in your proper spot
Fuck a physician's assistant I need a proper doc
Fuck wit or don't fuck wit it, don't forget it
Hush critics with plush lyrics on hostile drops
Yea, watch the time tables turn slow
Dipping blunts in honey just to make em burn slow
Ask anybody around me know I don't fuck around
Come around me with new rappers and watch me gun em down
Underground writers in hiding, watch me hunt em down
Signed artist too, you entitled to get a hundred rounds
I run the town, sick with the pitch
Making em wonder how, tongue is foul
Piss in your grits, bitches, no other sounds like this
Hyphen your life when I write, bitch
Liken it to tryna siphon piss out of a tight fist, ugh
Sunglasses and coffee grounds, the top is down
Taking shots like I'm at paparazzi Almafi Lounge
Bitches asking how can I be down
I tell em to drop jaw then give em that lock jaw like Bobby Brown
Ugh, hard to break habits I'm great at it
Live by the code of the streets and I automate havoc
Rap vocals will shake feelings, rake millions
Drop the beat, bitch, the a capella will raise ceilings
I'm putting rap on the chopping block in a hostile spot
They sleeping on me from cot to cot and it's not a shock
Dot dot dot, I get it, critics stay in your proper spot
Fuck a physician's assistant I need a proper doc
Fuck wit or don't fuck wit it, don't forget it
Hush critics with plush lyrics on hostile drops
Yea, watch the time tables turn slow
Dipping blunts in honey just to make em burn slow
I'm putting rap on the chopping block in a hostile spot
They sleeping on me from cot to cot and it's not a shock
Dot dot dot, I get it, critics stay in your proper spot
Fuck a physician's assistant I need a proper doc
Fuck wit or don't fuck wit it, don't forget it
Hush critics with plush lyrics on hostile drops
Yea, watch the time tables turn slow
Dipping blunts in honey just to make em burn slow
Yo, learned from my father never to bother with lifeless clowns
Treat the mic like my wife when she high
Man I'ma pipe it down
Righteous sound, Midas, my touch is golden
Realize the crown resides in my mind
When I'm rhyming foul I'm the nicest around
I'll merk a cat like a worthless brat in a circus act
Mumble rapping like you on perc and smack
You deserve a slap, murder that
Worthless verses get hurdled in tracks
Weak rappers get beaten, burned to the ground and turned into wax, ugh
All these monkey ass niggas wanna be bathing apes
I'm about to end they career, I'll send you a save the date
The stipulation is haters just hate the greats
Grab the pliers, pull the fangs out these snakes and then eat they face, ugh
Yo, rappers be taking shots and making lots of noise
I just filet em and leave a vacant lot
Fuck a lock, when I rush your spot
What I'm clutching's got an ergonomic handle
The silencers just to hush the glock
A double long stock, a banana clip
The scope is gigantic
It's got a 40x zoom like a Canon camera lens
Barrel grip as stiff as a damn mannequin
Hair trigger, a safety switch with a damn damaged end
They'll never find us, were timeless, my mind is going nuts
But the stock in my rhyming is climbing and steady going up
Dumb deaf or blind I got dimes trying to hold the nuts
I'll even make a heathen sip semen out of a solo cup
I'm putting rap on the chopping block in a hostile spot
They sleeping on me from cot to cot and it's not a shock
Dot dot dot, I get it, critics stay in your proper spot
Fuck a physician's assistant I need a proper doc
Fuck wit or don't fuck wit it, don't forget it
Hush critics with plush lyrics on hostile drops
Yea, watch the time tables turn slow
Dipping blunts in honey just to make em burn slow
Ask anybody around me know I don't fuck around
Come around me with new rappers and watch me gun em down
Underground writers in hiding, watch me hunt em down
Signed artist too, you entitled to get a hundred rounds
I run the town, sick with the pitch
Making em wonder how, tongue is foul
Piss in your grits, bitches, no other sounds like this
Hyphen your life when I write, bitch
Liken it to tryna siphon piss out of a tight fist, ugh
Sunglasses and coffee grounds, the top is down
Taking shots like I'm at paparazzi Almafi Lounge
Bitches asking how can I be down
I tell em to drop jaw then give em that lock jaw like Bobby Brown
Ugh, hard to break habits I'm great at it
Live by the code of the streets and I automate havoc
Rap vocals will shake feelings, rake millions
Drop the beat, bitch, the a capella will raise ceilings
I'm putting rap on the chopping block in a hostile spot
They sleeping on me from cot to cot and it's not a shock
Dot dot dot, I get it, critics stay in your proper spot
Fuck a physician's assistant I need a proper doc
Fuck wit or don't fuck wit it, don't forget it
Hush critics with plush lyrics on hostile drops
Yea, watch the time tables turn slow
Dipping blunts in honey just to make em burn slow
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Writer(s): Jonathan Allen
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