Have a Good Kiss

Ride or die, I'ma ride 'til I'm gone. No regards for the law, get it on. I get it poppin'. I ride for mine and I ride for the cause. I go hard for my dogs even if I Gotta see a coffin. Plan to die, plan to rise like the apes. Throwin' ape shit, gorilla throwin' feces in they Face. You wear a fuckin' cape 'cause I'm great, I'm a superhero. Escape my fate, Fuck police, fuck your stupid bureau. I'm ridin' drunk with my hands on the pump. Couple bodies in the trunk on the way to Get dumb. Smelling like a skunk, like I'm Pepé Le Pew. On my way to go and score Like what Gretzky would do. And I'm packin' two nines and I'm too fine. In due time I'll be livin' large. And when I'm in the line in the sky, I'm hittin' God. For giving the world too many Frauds and not enough riders. Too many bloodsuckin' bitches, not enough spiders. The spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more. Give me, the mic so I can take a Award. Now get up off your ass like your Seat tied. 'Cause I'm on fire. Yo, the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no More. Give me, me, the mic so I can Take a award. Now get up off your ass Like your seat tied. 'Cause I'm on fire. Yo, ride or die, motherfucker, I will not stop. Chrome engine muscle car with The drop top. Hit the highway, I'ma do it my way. Frank Sinatra in this bitch make you vibrate. I don't rap about bitches wearin' red bottoms. I talk about warlords, pirates, and dead goblins. Little monster, am banned from America. Not that I'm a problem, I'm a bad judge Of character. Samurai sword, damn, Am I bored? Hammer like Thor, cameras on tour, Grammar hardcore. Yeah, little monster, hashtag smash bags. Cut these little bitches up and put 'em in A trash bag. I'ma get the last laugh, Hit you with that crack sound. Bend into the wind and then I blend into The background. Blackout, Madchild killin' 'em with No goose. Pull a butcher knife and blood is Splattered 'round the whole room. Blockwise, Bax Ward, that's the entire empire. Dragon gang, poison in my pen fire. Sick white boy style ridiculous, but still got Constituents. Stoned off obituaries. Madchild is vicious, bitch, box full of kilowatts. Float like a butterfly, sting like a killer wasp. I was in the belly of the beast until He vomited. Everybody got a brain, But mine there's something wrong with it. The spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more. Give me, me the mic so I can take A award. Now get up off your ass like Your seat tied. 'Cause I'm on fire. Yo, the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no More. Give me, give the mic so I can Take a award. Now get up off your ass Like your seat tied. 'Cause I'm on fire. Ayo, my third eye open, smokin', Meditatin'. Oceans of medication, Flowin' with levitation. A ghost with a head of Amen, roast you For preparation. And then eat you alive and your Soul will end up dead in the Matrix. Picture me rollin' with swole and I see no Limitation. I see no invitation, On my own I will make it. Throne for the takin', the flow is amazin'. I'm patient, I know it's a race. Since I've been born, I've been chasin'. Spit a storm in your face and you know It pours when it's rainin'. Rip a horoscope page Out and kick a Scorpio statement. Too many rappers and they boys think they famous. End up dead corpse in a basement. Pauleti use swords, so erase 'em. I come hard like the core of the pavement. Oral persuasion, like the way I rap, she hits The floor like she's wasted. It's ride or die and I'm raw and naked. No filtration in what I'm sayin'. A future insane, Shane in the makin'. My stage name isn't changin'. Same name which was gave when I came, claimin' The game and slayed lames with the pages. Pauleti, racin' through phrases like Andretti. Your man ready to plan heavy to clan deadly. Yo, the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no More. Give me the mic so I can take A award. Now get up off your ass like Your seat tied. 'Cause I'm on fire. Yo, the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no More. Give me, me the mic so I can Take a award. Now get up off your ass Like your seat tied. 'Cause I'm on Fire