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Gas Factory
Gangrene
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So he thought that maybe he hadn't heard what he heard
Maybe he was too wet, too cold, too tired
And he was beginning to hear things because he knew (because he knew)
(That back in the water) this one was even bigger
Let me gas up this old man
Propane, urogaine, a slow flame
Red top and orange, and more range
It's cocaine to blow brains
It's code names, quick fry your lo mein'
Duck sauce, no change, no sense
All this dirty money, need a cold rinse
A cold bitch to keep the coast clear
Like the soap mix, I only give them dope shit
You notice, it's like I had to nail it to the front door
And right as they opened it, this is the eviction
We flippin' houses like we revisited
Rampage and remixed it
As soon as we hit it, demolished everything
Your OGs trippin'
Don't be a hero to all these vendors
Pluck every tooth until your teeth's missin'
You pillow-fisted, beat you with 20 dollars and pennies
Inside a pillowcase until your facial features is different
Have you leaking city, thinking bleak and tripping
From these sequences, flashing clips
You ain't even really seeing existence
You will need assistance
We way too far ahead in the distance
To do some legal business
Mike Jack's move criminal
The genius that we living found
Back to that gutter water we giving now
Sit him down (no)
Here comes the pitch
Shatter the bat when I swing it, turn into wood slivers
Rearrange the features of your face until you look different
Give you salmonella, serve you a raw piece of uncooked chicken
Reel the money like salmon up to the boat I caught on the hook fishin'
Dunk 'em in holy waters, give 'em a good christen
Chop his ears like Van Gogh, if he could he would listen
Engine exposed and the hood's missing
I'm in the parking lot doing donuts in a Durango
Blowing mango, go rogue in a Kango covered in panko
My skin's encrusted with peppercorn, perform better when the pressure's on
Broke the switch to slow down, lever's gone
Big bully foot, I got the steppers on
Take ten paces and turn around with a weapon drawn
Took a pot of gold from a leprechaun
I'm jugging and juxtaposing
Making the bank stop
Busting through the tank top with the muscles bulging
I'm rocking out a space jacket, your favorite rap is a wastebasket
Money and women, two things I never chased after
I draw a line, you try to cross it and got a race after
Hey yo, styling rhythm on your algorithm
Uncle Adam told me to get him
Spit the razor out, grab his scalp and rip him
Fuck who the best style, he's just another victim
I beat him like a stepchild and choke him to submission
All over the globe I've been shittin' from Brooklyn to Britain'
Left a trail of corpses who thought there was competition
Please believe we're not in the same league, I'm way beyond your vision
Finesse the magic wand right out the palm of the magician
This Drew Drew different, got few screws missin'
Don't give a fuck who's who, get your head chopped for the chicken
When I rhyme it's Demon time but the new shoe's Christian
I stomp you like Kirk Franklin, fool, who you kickin'?
It's grown man shit, the plan for bands was written in Sanskrit
Too much to understand and fam, expand your bandwidth
Got bullets for bums on some Ku Klux Klan shit
Get knocked off a blue bucks, aim and bucket your dandruff
I splash like Basquiat in front of the canvas
Flippin' off cameras in a whip bumpin' broken language
Gang shit
Fuck outta here
Wake your ass up, goddamit
Hey, hey, wake up, man
Man, I said wake your broke ass up
Wake up
Ain't nobody coming to save you out here
Look at you, look at you
You so high, you can't even see what's really going on out here
Wake up
Money don't love nobody sleeping
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