Da Hangar E

Doctrine of production. Your boy Mental. I'm on the pitch, but I'm really off the Radar. 'Cause I push guns like it's labor. Headtucked, man with no laser. Ghost him and send his soul to his maker. I aim straight, I don't do gay bars. All I really want is this paper, so I Can make it rain on these haters. Yatties wanna bone me now, crudding know I'm paid Boy. But to you that's Mental K, OT out of town, probably in the rental, Mate. Miles away. Weight of Z's into pebbles, mate. I know I took Pebble Point, freeze what the Pebbles weigh. What K? I'm on my call of duty. What else, K? You can catch corn for being Fruity. What else, K? Round here nothing ain't groovy, so I got clips, No movies. Listen. Blah. I had to switch the flow 'cause niggas Biting again. Uh. You pagans better start writing again. You better. I know you never done an all-nighter With Keng. You were probably in your bedroom Skyping Your friends. Me and my dargs tight like R Kelly and Ke$ha. I burst four and before, and I'll fire again. And every other year we be fighting again. But when it goes bang, we ain't fighting again. I had to tell my nigga I ain't writing Again. You got your blower, better phone me all That writing instead. Uh. They come and they ride to the end Of the burp, then they on the curb hiding Again. I know a little yout who ain't right In his head. Uh-uh. And everything I say just Go right through his head. He'd rather think it up, make it go right Through your head. Make your wig rock from the Right to the left. Uh. Gorilla. Hands dirty, hammering slave food. I came for one, he told me take two. Good stuff. SDG, real trap nigga. I rap, but don't take me for a rap Nigga. Yeah. I really mash towns and cream blocks. Tell yellow man grow me a cheese box. Stinky shit. I should send you two bots. Have you covering your mouth like you beatbox. Old school, putting works in my Reeboks. I slow down, they speed off. So don't get ahead of your time. After that, I'll conk you in your head with A nine. Yeah, shut you down, turn off your Line. You can't come back 'cause you lost your Spine. I'm a horror with the scopes, my star's A sign. Yeah, toys are us, these bars are Mine. Gorilla.