still comin at they necks like exes
leave em off in texas and dip in the lexus
like biggie smalls on swole with the flexes
all off them whole things, jaw locked like t rexes
off behind wires, speakin through the fliers
i'm rootsier than questlove
hold **** down like some pliers
spit fire, faster than richard pryor at the track
wonder where i got these tracks
its from the needle neath the sack
this some drilluminatti
frackin for that stack
spend it on wood cabin
torch it for the zig zag
i'm pyru and vice crew
bangin till the whiplash
might smash a couple melons
ain't no tellin with this riff raff
neon lights gave me frights cut the chit chat
need tic tacs so i don't crack holes in my caps
diamond in the back but some silver in my jaw
might slither by the swisher rappers, slippin johnny law
this the craw
castin broad from isle of shaw
perpetratin raw, purple drankin
curtain layin frauds
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Originally Posted by WhateverDude
Laser beams, psychedelic hats, and for some reason kittens. Surrel reminds me of kittens.
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^if you wanna know perfection that's it, you dumb shits
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