L.O.S.T. That's the family right PUSSIES

Okay welcome to the show yo. Let a nigga know bro
My Co. Flow so cold, about to make it snow though
The baller rappers had to take the chains off of they necks
Wrap 'em around they 20 inch rims before the left, yes
Don't disrespect nah. Careful with that mic dawg
I see them style wrong, then they lose they jaw
Niggas call me jaws, Ghenghis Khan and Kong
Short for the king of the streets, with a white bitch in my teeth


Iron tongue, leather lungs, irony's favorite son. Fight me don't run the venom's already inside your blood
Darth Vader the hater slayer, fitted cap made of alligator wrestled in Chuck Taylor shoes and a coat made out of Sabre Tooth

I got lifted on the way I drank 4 Loco's backstage
How am I gonna rock right if I can't hold the mic?
No one gives a fuck they wanna feel the pain of life
Give me half a cup of something tough and hold the ice
Face doesn't cringe, I'm a master at the binge
Close my eyes and accept every bad thing I ever did

I said, "How am I gonna rip it if I can't hold up my limbs?"
Show the fuckin' people all the pain I hold within

Beast mode machete, been crack for a decade
If he won't then let me... finish the rest ese
That shit was heavy. Who made the mixture

That one is fire and tastes like paint thinner

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