Текст:
Classical poems
Battle my own demons
I need a glass of Patron
Bad as I need a horn
Stabbing my clavicle bone
Im at it or prone
First time I seen a Desert Eagle
I was letting the four four buss
The four four pop
First time you seen one, you was eating coco puffs
Looking at Robocop
Im not a man, Im a logo, Im a set stain
In order to clean my things you need saline
Im never referring to the solution
Im talking about more like the mustang vroom
Get respect from the get-go, hello
Set to the echo, pyscho
Pen got a mind of its own, gotta write my rhymes with a timer otherwise
Ill probably vibe out to a nine minute song
As the echo follows the Maserati
As the petrol swallows,
Im a thousand bodies away from a skeleton
Check your bible inside it, it will say this guys an elephant
Im fly like Im, killing the scene like Im a villain with wings
Ill sleep when Im six feet deep,
Right now Im living a dream
Though we may be reckless
The ladies check us
They whisper Shady records