Misery in Waking Hours E

Dirty south, this that bass you blast up in Your trunk. Ain't no one else, I'ma see you At the metrodome. Ch-chasin' clout, that's just something that you Pussies love. About business, no suit and tie, I'm from the slums. D-U-M to the B-O-I. I'm that grimy motherfucker, in the dirt is where I slumber. Th-three-one-oh to the four-seven-nine. Nigga, B-O-I the gang, DSD until I die, Hoe. Hunnid more bands all in my pants. You weighin' me down, you go when it say. I done bought chains, but I still got camps. The sauce is mine, none of you sweet as Lemonade. I leave lil' red with your crown like A bitch. Worry 'bout numbers and signin' them Checks. I might just take the one I gotta Do. I'm openin' doors, I'm after this shit. I'ma pop 'em like some Kendall, leave 'em lined Up in a stencil. See my blick like Etch A Sketch, it turn your lungs right into dust. Alchemist, I make these beats and I keep it Full of metal. Finna turn you to a pretzel When I feed you on them swords. Cover my body with the shelter, house gon' turn To dust. No, you ain't claimin' what you sayin', Your parlay bought a bust. I know you broke for wantin' me to see That dirty crust. I'm on my grind, I'm in the mix, I'm always on the go. No, you ain't claimin' what you sayin', your parlay Bought a bust. No, you ain't rhymin' anyone, You got a common cold. Tonight I see your spine, I'll make you talk Or switch on all your bros. When you pay the fine, it's gon' be taxin' Till they start to float. Triplone type of highs from me, that got me Seein' hat, man. Beat a busta ass, who woulda thought that he Fought Batman? Pussy ain't it, viral risk of Surgery, just CAT scan. Think that people watchin' me, surveillance in a Black van. Takin' no losses like, "Nigga, what's Happenin'?" Get this K talkin', the chopper, it Blacken. Buy my deposits and bleach 'em and rotten. Always be good 'cause I'm down with the robbin'. Nigga, I'll smack you with busters, I'm wildin'. Methods of torture, there's so many options. Usin' this pistol, I'm movin' the option. Bitch was surprised, so shocked that I shot him. Dirty south, this that bass you blast up in Your trunk. Ain't no one else, I'ma see you At the metrodome. Ch-chasin' clout, that's just something that you Pussies love. About my business, Ain't no suit and tie, I'm from the slums.