Blood On The Carpet
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Let's get another one cracked out before I feel cracked out
Eating almond M&M's, keep snapping 'til I black out
Can't use the N-word, I'm not bilingual
Crazy white boys still make better singles
Landed, now I'm standing on the Planet of the Apes
With a pack of Marlboro Lights hoping that it goes right
Used to run through blow, now I'm cool on the Snow White
Get a couple of cabins though, near the border
For the future, not talking 'bout moving a quarter
My new best friend, we're getting eight TVs
So we can get houses with eight TDs
And put a bunch of dope into my APCs
And get some Rollies and some APs
And AKGs, still making music in the forest with eight KGs
Place an order, stack an arsenal of eighteen keys
Jeez
Boss bag, Tony Soprano
Joe Bonanno, gatekeeper holding the candle
Boss bag, going bananas, Tony Montana
Bitch, still the gatekeeper holding the candle
Look, seven-headed cobra with a Gucci vase
I already been through all that stupid groupie phase
And I do not reply to what these stupid goofy gays say
Only people with low numbers at Naysay
Don't want my smoke, I'm a neighborhood incense burner
Even when in bed on a lazy day, it's a payday
Tomb Corp popping off like Pop Rocks
Yeah, you want a smoke, let's hotbox
Don't say you wanna catch a fade, you cannot box
Don't say you wanna battle, these are God's thoughts
Had your chance, wings mended, now the hawk's off
Stop saying that you pop shots
Internet's the only place that I have seen you pop off
I'm not talking 'bout your music, bitch
I'm talking 'bout just saying abusive shit
But now I'm back and I'm elusive, bitch
Loose lips sink ships, Lucifer with the crucifix
Boss bag, Tony Soprano
Joe Bonanno, gatekeeper holding the candle
Boss bag, going bananas, Tony Montana
Bitch, still the gatekeeper holding the candle