Hollow (feat. Lemonshe')

Like yeah we kick in shit Ian talking bout no judo Smoking on the moon rocks now you know we all on Pluto I seen yo bitch shoulda asked if she do sumo Yeah I wit my posse chilling in the fucking back I rock designer like a boss but Ian talking bout no hugo Beat the pussy up you know I fought the kitty cat Im running after like a dog ass nigga now I feel like I’m cujo Yeah I get yo momma wetter than fucking water Death Vader I’m your fucking father Her babies call me daddy so you know it’s gotta stop I’ll die for this like a martyr I’m gifted like Harry Potter I shot her with my wand then I watch her body drop I come equipped with my little shooter and it’s scary like Freddy Krueger And it’s in your fucking dreams and will having you screaming out your socks Like damn, why you gotta show out Because I spit some motherfucking heat it’ll have me rising to the top (What the f*ck) He don’t smoke he don’t want cancer He don’t want smoke, He don’t want cancer Gears of war 4 we come strapped up with lancers Bullets make bodies contort like a dancer He don’t want smoke, he don’t want cancer He don’t want smoke, he don’t want cancer Nina on my lap they calling me Santa Deer in headlight he froze up like he prancer Kinda fucked up but I had a dream like Martin Luther that yo mommas a fucking cougar and she pulling down my fly Then she rode it scooter when I put it in her cooter if that bitch is the computer than my dick is the flash drive Then is shifted to the future I was clutching on my reuger then Havoc rolled the windows I let them bullets fly Not no call of duty but I hit you for a crit and popped your body like a zit hold on let me try that one more time Kinda fucked up but I had a dream like Martin Luther that yo mommas a fucking cougar and she pulling down my fly Then she rode it scooter when I put it in her cooter if that bitch is the computer than my dick is the flash drive Then is shifted to the future I was clutching on my reuger then Havoc rolled the windows I let them bullets fly Not no call of duty but I hit you for a crit and popped your body like a zit and it sent you to the sky Ha ha ha and to all the ops Ha ha ha and to all the ops Ha ha ha and to all the ops Ha ha ha and to all the ops Ha ha ha and to all the ops Ha ha ha and to all the ops (What the f*ck) He don’t smoke he don’t want cancer He don’t want smoke, He don’t want cancer Gears of war 4 we come strapped up with lancers Bullets make bodies contort like a dancer He don’t want smoke, he don’t want cancer He don’t want smoke, he don’t want cancer Nina on my lap they calling me Santa Deer in headlight he froze up like he prancer