I.H.2: Spin Again
This nigga talking to me about strawberry lemonade and shit
No way
The bros say I kill shit like I'm Jason
With the flows
Got to tell them niggas whoa
As above so below
The reason why I'm over O's
So It's clear it's not Friday the 13th you should fear
Turn your mind on its ear
It's Friday the 31st
I'm Michael Myers
Can't be no Happy Halloween fucking with me
You gon' hear them tires screech
Last thing that you'll hear as you dying on the street
Pliers reach
Deep into your mouth and remove your teeth
Your body will have no ID
I tried to teach
But you didn't wanna learn while you could still breathe
Now let your death be a lesson
To these niggas out here counting up my blessings
Quit pocket watching
Unless you wanna see the Smith and Wesson nigga
God bless 'em
I'll frost your baby mama cakes with your brains
On your birthday
The solar cycle of you first day
Could be your worst day
Or your last day
If the wolves wanna creep
Never made your last wish
Underwater counting sheep
Had to take a little swim
But now you're sleeping with the fish
Got damn
This nigga Donnie, aye bro
I fuck with this nigga, that's my nigga bro
If y'all got anything to say to him
Y'all say that shit to me first
I probably ain't gonna tell him though
Sheesh
They asking how many I'ma body
And I tell them niggas mo'
That's why I'm steady stacking all this dough
Turning up at all these shows
Let me tell you in advance
Turning down all these hoes
Yea it's cool if you dance
Throw ass
Turn up with your friends
Just don't get too close to me, that's for your safety
Not for mine
Because my girl got them hands
So just give me all my bands
And Then I'm a hit the door
Nigga Got Damn
The Syndicate is on a fucking roll
My mama always knew that we would blow
CHUCC Forever
The bro always knew that I would go
Down the road less traveled
They Say I'm too much to handle
Niggas can't hold a fucking candle
Ahh man I'm starting to ramble
Wait until I get you home babygirl
I'm a beat the pussy up
Because I am a vandal
It's been too long since that ass babysat my kids
So you know I'll throw a tantrum
Baby Got Damn
She say it's her dick and she want it now
She take all my kids in her mouth
And she don't spit it out
I call that kidnapping
Then she throw that ass in a circle
'Til I pay her fucking bills
I guess that shit's paying the ransom
I seen the lowest of the lows
I Seen a brick of the blow
I could get you high off the flows that I jot down in my notes
Every line is a quote
'Til I'm cooling with my kinfolk
Who's that creeping in the window
Popping in a clip every time the fucking wind blow
Nobody now
Because the shotty went bow
Right there's another quote
Wait thought I heard another sound
"Kill another beat" "Keep going, keep going" "Syndicate, Syndicate"
The voices in my head they be speaking too loud
Fire up some more of that loud
This that pennywise
Killer green
So we all float down here
Without a boat
No more gars, it's cool
We got some papers for the smoke
Take another toke til you choke
(Cough)
She said give me another toke, and you can stroke
Now my mind's in the gutter, yeah we call them paper boats
Got damn
Yea baby we can go rounds
Killing spree on the beats
Whether it's the triple D, The middle east
Or the concrete jungle, I'm a eat
Because I'm a mother fucking me beast
Judge want to lock me up and then throw away the key
Because your man, manslaughters all these beats
In one song I done went from Halloween
Kids yelling trick or treat, to beating up cheeks
I'm a Scorpio, sorry not sorry I'm a freak
Speaking of which we just passed my birthday
That means another 8th
Now I'm saying Happy Thanksgiving nigga lyrical feast
When I die I'll be a legend at least
I make all the rap heads tweak
The bass heads weak
As I bump another bop on your block
When the system knock
It'll shatter up the concrete
Beep beep, Who's that
Up the strap, Click clack
Give me the keys to your jeep
Throwing pieces of the fucking street like yeet
Now, I know I said it once
But I'm a double freak
Skeet skeet, Knees weak
Balls deep on this fucking beat
Got damn
Cut that shit out Ace
Damn nigga chill you scaring these niggas again
Intimidating them and shit (The Intimidation)
How the fuck I'm supposed to get you some features now nigga
I mean that shit went hard as fuck though no Cap no fucking cap
Shut up nigga, Ace back in the booth
Man I can talk nigga
Nigga, shut up
Man first of all you a ol' band wagon fan ass anyway
New nigga
I been fucking with this nigga Ace, like
Since before he even dropped Se7en bro
Like first, nigga, like if
If his career had a comment section I'd be saying "first"
First first
No way
The bros say I kill shit like I'm Jason
With the flows
Got to tell them niggas whoa
As above so below
The reason why I'm over O's
So It's clear it's not Friday the 13th you should fear
Turn your mind on its ear
It's Friday the 31st
I'm Michael Myers
Can't be no Happy Halloween fucking with me
You gon' hear them tires screech
Last thing that you'll hear as you dying on the street
Pliers reach
Deep into your mouth and remove your teeth
Your body will have no ID
I tried to teach
But you didn't wanna learn while you could still breathe
Now let your death be a lesson
To these niggas out here counting up my blessings
Quit pocket watching
Unless you wanna see the Smith and Wesson nigga
God bless 'em
I'll frost your baby mama cakes with your brains
On your birthday
The solar cycle of you first day
Could be your worst day
Or your last day
If the wolves wanna creep
Never made your last wish
Underwater counting sheep
Had to take a little swim
But now you're sleeping with the fish
Got damn
This nigga Donnie, aye bro
I fuck with this nigga, that's my nigga bro
If y'all got anything to say to him
Y'all say that shit to me first
I probably ain't gonna tell him though
Sheesh
They asking how many I'ma body
And I tell them niggas mo'
That's why I'm steady stacking all this dough
Turning up at all these shows
Let me tell you in advance
Turning down all these hoes
Yea it's cool if you dance
Throw ass
Turn up with your friends
Just don't get too close to me, that's for your safety
Not for mine
Because my girl got them hands
So just give me all my bands
And Then I'm a hit the door
Nigga Got Damn
The Syndicate is on a fucking roll
My mama always knew that we would blow
CHUCC Forever
The bro always knew that I would go
Down the road less traveled
They Say I'm too much to handle
Niggas can't hold a fucking candle
Ahh man I'm starting to ramble
Wait until I get you home babygirl
I'm a beat the pussy up
Because I am a vandal
It's been too long since that ass babysat my kids
So you know I'll throw a tantrum
Baby Got Damn
She say it's her dick and she want it now
She take all my kids in her mouth
And she don't spit it out
I call that kidnapping
Then she throw that ass in a circle
'Til I pay her fucking bills
I guess that shit's paying the ransom
I seen the lowest of the lows
I Seen a brick of the blow
I could get you high off the flows that I jot down in my notes
Every line is a quote
'Til I'm cooling with my kinfolk
Who's that creeping in the window
Popping in a clip every time the fucking wind blow
Nobody now
Because the shotty went bow
Right there's another quote
Wait thought I heard another sound
"Kill another beat" "Keep going, keep going" "Syndicate, Syndicate"
The voices in my head they be speaking too loud
Fire up some more of that loud
This that pennywise
Killer green
So we all float down here
Without a boat
No more gars, it's cool
We got some papers for the smoke
Take another toke til you choke
(Cough)
She said give me another toke, and you can stroke
Now my mind's in the gutter, yeah we call them paper boats
Got damn
Yea baby we can go rounds
Killing spree on the beats
Whether it's the triple D, The middle east
Or the concrete jungle, I'm a eat
Because I'm a mother fucking me beast
Judge want to lock me up and then throw away the key
Because your man, manslaughters all these beats
In one song I done went from Halloween
Kids yelling trick or treat, to beating up cheeks
I'm a Scorpio, sorry not sorry I'm a freak
Speaking of which we just passed my birthday
That means another 8th
Now I'm saying Happy Thanksgiving nigga lyrical feast
When I die I'll be a legend at least
I make all the rap heads tweak
The bass heads weak
As I bump another bop on your block
When the system knock
It'll shatter up the concrete
Beep beep, Who's that
Up the strap, Click clack
Give me the keys to your jeep
Throwing pieces of the fucking street like yeet
Now, I know I said it once
But I'm a double freak
Skeet skeet, Knees weak
Balls deep on this fucking beat
Got damn
Cut that shit out Ace
Damn nigga chill you scaring these niggas again
Intimidating them and shit (The Intimidation)
How the fuck I'm supposed to get you some features now nigga
I mean that shit went hard as fuck though no Cap no fucking cap
Shut up nigga, Ace back in the booth
Man I can talk nigga
Nigga, shut up
Man first of all you a ol' band wagon fan ass anyway
New nigga
I been fucking with this nigga Ace, like
Since before he even dropped Se7en bro
Like first, nigga, like if
If his career had a comment section I'd be saying "first"
First first
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