Goo

Bitch don't say my name if you ain't got no color in you
Because if you say my name I might just fuck around and skip you
And shordie don't you look at me if you don't swallow dick up
Because I might skip over you just like a beat with the hiccups
It's a stick up, got my stick up
I'm about to cause a rift up
In this mother fucking function
With mad gumption spitting sick stuff
Like an exorcism
"You are king of rhythm"
How you figure?
Who's a better spitter?
Who's can make you lift up?
Lune shape shifter
Le's the great adapter
Ain't no one who's after
Who can capture the spot where he's plastered
It's obvious he's the master
Whipping flows, disaster
Who's madder than hatter
He's matter, all around you
Unbalanced in the cap, but
He's always speaking valid
And niggas green like salad
Talking battle, they saddle
They on they on they ass, baffled
Stuck from how he did it
This man is hella wicked, and different
The flow is sickening, he gifted
Somebody get em, he's wizard
Y'all upside down, blizzard
From how he's at niggas gizzards
A loss of senses, no vision
Sensing fear in some bitches
Feel it all in the air
And I can see when they glare
The skill gap isn't fair
This nigga walk with such a flair

Y'all gone die whether it is today
Or tomorrow either way y'all gone get out the way
Y'all gone die whether it is today
Or tomorrow either way y'all gone get out the way

Y'all gone die
Y'all gone die

Y'all gone die
Y'all gone die

Y'all gone die
Y'all gone die

Y'all gone die
Y'all gone die

I might just throw up now if they go "Hey, throw down"
Too many motherfuckers seem to think I'm playing around
I'm barely blazing a round, I'll gladly graze on a mound
That ultraviolence is all I have got a craving for now
Don't ask what's making that sound
It's me and cats that I've plowed
Hanging out the window firing shots at those wearing crowns
And then it's back to the lounge where they all take off their gowns
These killer pussies need eating and now I done came dahn
Criminak with the cognac, Whiskey with the Sweet Revenge
I'm packing up a raygun so don't push me back or it's ACK ACK leave your skeleton red
Have I lived long enough to let people take serious the jokes I've said
Then it's better if I'm judge, jury, execute, leave you like a panel Judge Dredd, ya dig?
Hit your chest, Big Rig, ya dig?
Drive away like Stig, ya dig?
And my dick's too big, ya dig?
Your widow wanna take a swig, ya dig?
I could pop her in the office up in this pocket on the offense talking nonsense
She said gwa-gwa-gwa before I pop this, that's your future if you fuck up, got this?

Y'all gone die whether it is today
Or tomorrow either way y'all gone get out the way
Y'all gone die whether it is today
Or tomorrow either way y'all gone get out the way

Y'all gone die
Y'all gone die

Y'all gone die
Y'all gone die

Y'all gone die
Y'all gone die

Y'all gone die
Y'all gone die



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Writer(s): Brandon Biggs
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