(Come on, Joints, BWC in the cut, you get me?)
(Fuckin′, you know time 'cah I got bagged, you get it?)
D-Zeus(Free the guys, everyone doing bang up)
Ocho, Ocho
(We′re really on tour behind them doors)
Odessa Road to Chatsworth Road
If you come around here, then you better be sure
Make man bleed like a bitch in labor
But there won't be no baby born
My rambo blade is a burglar
It breaks into your skin and then takes what's yours
Don′t give me no fuckin′ verbal
Just give me your spinal cord
If me and JP's on a mission
Fishin′, turn the paigon to a victim
Back my shank
Do a zig-zag in his head till he looks like Lisa Simpson
This life that I live is addictive
Even though it sent me to prison
I'll put my blade in your eye and twist
Like this car key when it′s in the ignition
I gotta put my bread into toasters
So I can pop up and get a paigon toasted
If my knife was a USB
Then your lap or top is the port that it goes in
Me and JT went jail for a joke ting
They had the mandem screamin' free us
′017 was four man in a Toyota
Praying that the police don't pree us
If you get stabbed up and die
Tell your dead friend that I said "Hi"
I'm sitting in jail like
"Where′s my freedom?"
It got taken like your bregin′s life
All my paigons do is lie
I'm startin′ to think if another one dies
He'll jump on Insta′ live from hell
And tell everyone that he is alive
I got a rambo next to my boxers
I wanna see K's, no Calvin Klein
We didn′t know which opp block to go
So we had a debate like Jeremy Vine
If my zombie goes in your belly
It gets tangled in your intestines
Free JT, that's my right hand
He's already put blood on his tactical knife
Let′s play a game called, "Don′t get stabbed up"
Whoever gets stabbed up first
Is the one that drops and don't get back up
Stab man in his head and shoulders
My huntin′ knife ain't curing his dandruff
If blood was a currency
Then I′m tryna pull up and leave him bankrupt
Don't get stabbed up
′Cause it ain't cool if my Rambo thinks you're edible
You know I ain′t playing no pranks
If it′s in April and a wagon falls
They disowned my man when he got stabbed in the balls
And lost his testicle
My man snitched when he got cabbaged
He was a talkin' vegetable
We got war with most of the borough
And a war with a few old friends
If we back our shanks
Tryna see true colours
That true colour we′ll see is red
Bro didn't do that drill in a beamer
But he coulda X′d five of them
He put it to my man's head
But the handgun jammed when he tried to fire the skeng
When he tried to fire the
If you get stabbed up and die
Tell your dead friend that I said "Hi"
I′m sitting in jail like
"Where's my freedom?"
It got taken like your bregin's life
All my paigons do is lie
I′m startin′ to think if another one dies
He'll jump on Insta′ live from
Hell and tell everyone that he is alive
I got a rambo next to my boxers
I wanna see K's, no Calvin Klein
We didn′t know which opp block to go
So we had a debate like Jeremy Vine
If my zombie goes in your belly
It gets tangled in your intestines
Free JT, that's my right hand
He′s already put blood on his tactical knife
