Lifeless On Tha Ground
So I pick up a knife, then I put the fucker down
Run up be fucking hind you painted like a wicked clown
Slice you so fucking Quick, No one even heres a fucking Sound
Leave you bleeden out, Laying lifeless on the fucking ground
3 in the morning i be mobbin down the street
Only sound you hereing is the sound of my feet
I got a fucken smoke but forgot my fucken lighter
But it don't fucken matter cuz my raps be fucken tighter
Like compressed gas I add spark cuz im an igniter
Music notes crawling up off my balls like they was a spider
Sketch got lethal flow, motha fucken straight spitten
Crunchy ass beats that make your brain start trippen.
But once you press play, there aint no fucking skippen
No time to wait around man i best get to dippen
But only while I'm flippen
Set fire to the fucking script then
Got some faygo from the store, I'd best get to sippen
I be pullen beats out so fast i hit warp and then i went Faster.
Spun it the fuck around now they callen me there master
Holy fucking shit sketch,what a fucken disaster
Faygo in the walls paint and even the plaster
So I pick up a knife, then I put the fucker down
Run up be fucking hind you painted like a wicked clown
Slice you so fucking Quick, No one even heres a fucking Sound
Leave you bleeden out, Laying lifeless on the fucking ground
Dead bodies yup dead bodies in my van
I don't give a shit bitch come and catch me if you can
People may go through their whole life and not fully understand
You cant fit them all in no matter how hard the doors slammed
Fuck me, oh shit God dam, I guess shit went much ferther then my plan
Sit down here and have a little taste, keep pace
Oh shit, let me pull my knife up out your fucking face
I cut right through you like some cheap as lace
Man calm the fuck down your getting blood all over the place
look at sketch leaving brain cells all over the fucking table
Hooking up the wires and now he is chewing on a cable
Cut through it with teeth man, I don't think that he is able
Might be best to stay away cuz sketch is not mentally stable
I'll slice a mothafucker, fucking trying to cop an additude,
Come find me on the street bitch, longitude and latitude
Looken for Google maps,
Scrolling through all of your apps,
Perhaps
I'll reach through your screen and give your face a couple of slaps
So I pick up a knife, then I put the fucker down
Run up be fucking hind you painted like a wicked clown
Slice you so fucking Quick, No one even heres a fucking Sound
Leave you bleeden out, Laying lifeless on the fucking ground
3 in the morning i be mobbin down the street
Only sound you hereing is the sound of my feet
I got a fucken smoke but forgot my fucken lighter
But it don't fucken matter cuz my raps be fucken tighter
Like compressed gas I add spark cuz im an igniter
Music notes crawling up off my balls like they was a spider
Sketch got lethal flow, motha fucken straight spitten
Crunchy ass beats that make your brain start trippen
But once you press play, there aint no fucking skippen
No time to wait around man i best get to dippen
But only while I'm flippen
Set fire to the fucking script then
Got some faygo from the store, I'd best get to sippen
I be pullen beats out so fast i hit warp and then i went Faster.
Spun it the fuck around now they callen me there master
Holy fucking shit sketch,what a fucken disaster
Faygo in the walls paint and even the plaster
So I pick up a knife, then I put the fucker down
Run up be fucking hind you painted like a wicked clown
Slice you so fucking Quick, No one even heres a fucking Sound
Leave you bleeden out, Laying lifeless on the fucking ground
Dead bodies yup dead bodies in my van
I don't give a shit bitch come and catch me if you can
People may go through their whole life and not fully understand
You cant fit them all in no matter how hard the doors slammed
Fuck me, oh shit God dam, I guess shit went much ferther then my plan
Sit down here and have a little taste, keep pace
Oh shit, let me pull my knife up out your fucking face
I cut right through you like some cheap as lace
Man calm the fuck down your getting blood all over the place
Look at sketch leaving brain cells all over the fucking table
Hooking up the wires and now he is chewing on a cable
Cut through it with teeth man, I don't think that he is able
Might be best to stay away cuz sketch is not mentally stable
I'll slice a mothafucker, fucking trying to cop an additude
Come find me on the street bitch, longitude and latitude
Looken for Google maps
Scrolling through all of your apps
Perhaps
I'll reach through your screen and give your face a couple of slaps
Run up be fucking hind you painted like a wicked clown
Slice you so fucking Quick, No one even heres a fucking Sound
Leave you bleeden out, Laying lifeless on the fucking ground
3 in the morning i be mobbin down the street
Only sound you hereing is the sound of my feet
I got a fucken smoke but forgot my fucken lighter
But it don't fucken matter cuz my raps be fucken tighter
Like compressed gas I add spark cuz im an igniter
Music notes crawling up off my balls like they was a spider
Sketch got lethal flow, motha fucken straight spitten
Crunchy ass beats that make your brain start trippen.
But once you press play, there aint no fucking skippen
No time to wait around man i best get to dippen
But only while I'm flippen
Set fire to the fucking script then
Got some faygo from the store, I'd best get to sippen
I be pullen beats out so fast i hit warp and then i went Faster.
Spun it the fuck around now they callen me there master
Holy fucking shit sketch,what a fucken disaster
Faygo in the walls paint and even the plaster
So I pick up a knife, then I put the fucker down
Run up be fucking hind you painted like a wicked clown
Slice you so fucking Quick, No one even heres a fucking Sound
Leave you bleeden out, Laying lifeless on the fucking ground
Dead bodies yup dead bodies in my van
I don't give a shit bitch come and catch me if you can
People may go through their whole life and not fully understand
You cant fit them all in no matter how hard the doors slammed
Fuck me, oh shit God dam, I guess shit went much ferther then my plan
Sit down here and have a little taste, keep pace
Oh shit, let me pull my knife up out your fucking face
I cut right through you like some cheap as lace
Man calm the fuck down your getting blood all over the place
look at sketch leaving brain cells all over the fucking table
Hooking up the wires and now he is chewing on a cable
Cut through it with teeth man, I don't think that he is able
Might be best to stay away cuz sketch is not mentally stable
I'll slice a mothafucker, fucking trying to cop an additude,
Come find me on the street bitch, longitude and latitude
Looken for Google maps,
Scrolling through all of your apps,
Perhaps
I'll reach through your screen and give your face a couple of slaps
So I pick up a knife, then I put the fucker down
Run up be fucking hind you painted like a wicked clown
Slice you so fucking Quick, No one even heres a fucking Sound
Leave you bleeden out, Laying lifeless on the fucking ground
3 in the morning i be mobbin down the street
Only sound you hereing is the sound of my feet
I got a fucken smoke but forgot my fucken lighter
But it don't fucken matter cuz my raps be fucken tighter
Like compressed gas I add spark cuz im an igniter
Music notes crawling up off my balls like they was a spider
Sketch got lethal flow, motha fucken straight spitten
Crunchy ass beats that make your brain start trippen
But once you press play, there aint no fucking skippen
No time to wait around man i best get to dippen
But only while I'm flippen
Set fire to the fucking script then
Got some faygo from the store, I'd best get to sippen
I be pullen beats out so fast i hit warp and then i went Faster.
Spun it the fuck around now they callen me there master
Holy fucking shit sketch,what a fucken disaster
Faygo in the walls paint and even the plaster
So I pick up a knife, then I put the fucker down
Run up be fucking hind you painted like a wicked clown
Slice you so fucking Quick, No one even heres a fucking Sound
Leave you bleeden out, Laying lifeless on the fucking ground
Dead bodies yup dead bodies in my van
I don't give a shit bitch come and catch me if you can
People may go through their whole life and not fully understand
You cant fit them all in no matter how hard the doors slammed
Fuck me, oh shit God dam, I guess shit went much ferther then my plan
Sit down here and have a little taste, keep pace
Oh shit, let me pull my knife up out your fucking face
I cut right through you like some cheap as lace
Man calm the fuck down your getting blood all over the place
Look at sketch leaving brain cells all over the fucking table
Hooking up the wires and now he is chewing on a cable
Cut through it with teeth man, I don't think that he is able
Might be best to stay away cuz sketch is not mentally stable
I'll slice a mothafucker, fucking trying to cop an additude
Come find me on the street bitch, longitude and latitude
Looken for Google maps
Scrolling through all of your apps
Perhaps
I'll reach through your screen and give your face a couple of slaps
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Writer(s): Rusty Savage
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