Toast

Shout out Wister Dice

It'll never be the same it's murder she wrote
Til the fat lady sang I'ma stay in her throat
I know God up there sayin' he pray for the most
But I'd like to raise a Toast
Butter Bread Toast
Straight to the head Toast
I got the stick I make em Toast
Instead I'd like to raise a Toast
I'd like to raise a. . .Toast

Homie I'm a mutant I breathe in fire and spit pollution
Leader of the New School loopin' up all the loose ends
A nuisance talk my shit and give you my two cents
Ruthless no Jerry Heller it's Old Yeller
Break it down yo' vocabulary's a joke
You niggas clowns eeny meeny Curly Larry & Moe
Turn beef into lunch meat and bag it to go
In real life they like me in real life I'm like "no"
So I'm kicking it like a soccer ball coke lines
Now I got the drop on y'all dope rhymes
Two sheets in the breeze with a few cheats in my sleeves and my two cleats in the Streets

It'll never be the same it's murder she wrote
Til the fat lady sang I'ma stay in her throat
I know God up there saying he pray for the most
But I'd like to raise a Toast
Butter Bread Toast
Straight to the head Toast
I got the stick I make em Toast
Instead I'd like to raise a Toast
I'd like to raise a. . .Toast

I been jumping off the chain I been jumping out the plane
I'ma get it out the grain hundred million out the brain
Mama chill I'm in the game nigga chill we ain't the same
Buss it down until she came then she say she glad she came
Success be done put the game in a suplex
Rough sex be done put that thang in her no flex
Why the fuck these lame niggas so pressed hop a jet
Michael Kors on the wrist for effect more or less
Don't come here with all that stress I object I'm not impressed
I'm with somebody baby mama getting fresh I'ma catch
So don't come in here with all them lies baby
I ain't them guys so recognize that I'm the prize baby
I gotta perform when it rains then it's pourin'
Came it's a porn entertainment galore
Interchanging the whores while I'm hanging awards
Get entangled some more then go hang with the boys

It'll never be the same it's murder she wrote
Til the fat lady sang I'ma stay in her throat
I know God up there saying he pray for the most
But I'd like to raise a Toast
Butter bread Toast
Straight to the head Toast
I got the stick I make em Toast
Instead I'd like to raise a Toast
I'd like to raise a. . .Toast
To you