Ishkabibble's I

My brother dead and I'm seeing double red
Sacrificed my cousin should of took another instead
I never listened to nothing my daddy and my uncle said
I guess that's the reason I grew up a fucking knucklehead

I call the 45 Jordan cause I like how it shoot
Falsehoods in my falsettos just to hide from the truth

And y'all talking shit
And y'all Thinking that would hurt me
Niggas outside capping each other for some Kaepernick jerseys

And Black Lives Matter
I guess not
Fist in the air then across your face for the head shot

Tell them niggas come get me
And kill me now
Cause I fit police description of niggas but not the Philly sound

Don't run down
Potato off the nose
You might get gunned down
And I suppose you take a flight back
I'm really like that
Nigga put me on the right track
I'll show you I'm the shit
And niggas fall right into my lap

Like Mike Jack or a motherfucking Venus flytrap
Better play dead or my niggas is spinning right back
Ammunition kisses the skin and then creates a wide gap
223 Hit the bone you best believe the shit just might snap

Sending missiles that tear you down to the cartilage and the tissues
With my hoodie on drinking my Arizona with the skittles

It's been 9 years
Haven't dropped 9 tears
Welcome to Pistolvania
We been feeling just fine here

And They told niggas chill shut up and just dribble
While niggas was killing niggas outside of the Ishkabibbles

Y'all stop and frisking everything except crooked politicians
And the kid ain't got no heroes so the bullets gotta get em

Summer comes the murder jumps
The cold wind blow
That's just it how it goes
And everybody fucking knows
That it's Always Sunny in Philly until the shit just finally snows