Life After Death (feat. Killah Toni & Dillon Holder)
I don't mean to be abrupt but I will have answers
You should never argue dude turn y'all to barbecue
Slaughter few pamper up shit face like daughters do
Yes I'm in hot pursuit so I put the hawk to you
Keep on talking moot and get kilt like Scottish crews
I'm the hottest dude never been modest crude
Me and the mic got bonds tighter then molecules
My kicks been nice but I don't polish shoes
Going back to Cali Christopher Wallace two
I ain't come to demolish just being honest
If I happen to astonish purely cuz I'm flawless
I'm hotter than an Amish outside in August
Yes I'm think I'm better then you does that me snobbish?
Guess I'm a snob bitch, above average artist
On fire like comets go and check the comments
I'm an asshole but you can't call me a novice
Catch me in Daygo fucking on a goddess, regardless
I don't know how long I'll be put on for
But Imma kill myself by bar four
Shooting my shot like she a par four
Fucking her from the back, she on all fours, aw lord
This'll probably be the verse that gets me sent to hell
If I don't do it myself, first, or worse
Caught with a suicide vest
Strapped to my chest
Standing outside the house with an unwanted guest
Like bitch america has voted
We all been knowing
You just a motherfucking sheep lying in wolf's clothing
I ain't taking the piss
Rather I'm spitting the facts
Being force fed shit straight for the hole of a horse's ass
This is blasphemy
A catastrophe
If you want the best dick just go ahead and ask for me
Actually, yeah actually I can spit so actionably
Get the bomb ass beat from Killah Toni
And pass it to Tha Jesta, yeah my 2 homies...
If only you knew what it was when I slipped in
Coming out the shadows just another victim
If only you knew what it was when I slipped in
Coming out the shadows just another victim
If these rappers ever diss it be attack of the clones
I'm Count Dooku to these plagues who won't leave me alone
Laugh in they face get maced and thrown out the window
Insidious acts I carry out on my own
Getting bread for ya head eating off ya scars
Whole town look like food we erasing all the pawns
Talk shit behind my back start embracing both these palms
Smacked up for ya charms not so lucky leprechaun
This that upper echelon no need to get em gone
We bleed 'em take it all come back again tomorrow
I keep it a 100 just like a big blue ben
Money can't change me fuck ya two cents
You should never argue dude turn y'all to barbecue
Slaughter few pamper up shit face like daughters do
Yes I'm in hot pursuit so I put the hawk to you
Keep on talking moot and get kilt like Scottish crews
I'm the hottest dude never been modest crude
Me and the mic got bonds tighter then molecules
My kicks been nice but I don't polish shoes
Going back to Cali Christopher Wallace two
I ain't come to demolish just being honest
If I happen to astonish purely cuz I'm flawless
I'm hotter than an Amish outside in August
Yes I'm think I'm better then you does that me snobbish?
Guess I'm a snob bitch, above average artist
On fire like comets go and check the comments
I'm an asshole but you can't call me a novice
Catch me in Daygo fucking on a goddess, regardless
I don't know how long I'll be put on for
But Imma kill myself by bar four
Shooting my shot like she a par four
Fucking her from the back, she on all fours, aw lord
This'll probably be the verse that gets me sent to hell
If I don't do it myself, first, or worse
Caught with a suicide vest
Strapped to my chest
Standing outside the house with an unwanted guest
Like bitch america has voted
We all been knowing
You just a motherfucking sheep lying in wolf's clothing
I ain't taking the piss
Rather I'm spitting the facts
Being force fed shit straight for the hole of a horse's ass
This is blasphemy
A catastrophe
If you want the best dick just go ahead and ask for me
Actually, yeah actually I can spit so actionably
Get the bomb ass beat from Killah Toni
And pass it to Tha Jesta, yeah my 2 homies...
If only you knew what it was when I slipped in
Coming out the shadows just another victim
If only you knew what it was when I slipped in
Coming out the shadows just another victim
If these rappers ever diss it be attack of the clones
I'm Count Dooku to these plagues who won't leave me alone
Laugh in they face get maced and thrown out the window
Insidious acts I carry out on my own
Getting bread for ya head eating off ya scars
Whole town look like food we erasing all the pawns
Talk shit behind my back start embracing both these palms
Smacked up for ya charms not so lucky leprechaun
This that upper echelon no need to get em gone
We bleed 'em take it all come back again tomorrow
I keep it a 100 just like a big blue ben
Money can't change me fuck ya two cents
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Writer(s): 0, Dillon Holder
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