INAM, BINAYE,

It's not about me, but it's not about you either Let's start it Let's test the bourbon out with our nation The strongest percentage mixed with alcohol inflation Various implications, I do not like you With suicidal rates, I be starring a five-two Let's rule out the killers, how tall should they be to cause some victims A crumbling pillar dictates dictum Life antipathy, an antiseptic to rid us of millions To make Hennessy the new antibody And make some anti-heroes pick up some anti-hobbies How about kicking stones and eating anchovies Ew I got the words to tell, but I can't spill it Mind of the matter, boy, you might as well refill it I ain't spit no bars like this in a while So don't get mad when saliva up on her smile Yo, when I tell you to tee up, I need believers Type the fill of Tupperware of wine that feeds my drinkers To mark the winkers that led me on To mark the winters, cold shoulder broad To mark the weepers, yeah, no more of that To mark the wishers, yeah, we can't afford that pack To mark the whispers, I knew what you were saying You can't roll like Slick Rick if you ain't paying The fact of the matter is, you ain't banging None of you little hoes or little bros begin a comatose Considering a call that close You know, these bars be my highlights This prison, though, is not bright My cellmate won't even teach you, and me, that's not right Some might wear the forte, transaction a mere name But if you got an attitude I'll make sure that it's motherfuckin' aborted The top of the pantry holds the deepest secrets of entries Plant trees, centuries, wait, hold, then please cut these Make me new homes to envy Nobody living in them, that's modesty But if you want some honesty, I could proc Monopoly A whole bet to save life, forms, and anomalies Better chop, chop, chop, we bark, bite, pop Petty, petty, picky, I don't mind chop, pork chop Anxious even when at home, no shit Sherlock I got bountiful amounts of non-pig door locks Common sense negotiates, complex incorporates Nonsense, sensical mindsets that perviate No way out of the city, I'm two-tone fitty Pity on the horizon, sunset litty Shitty walk, handful cup, bullet purple walk Take the walk like I'm Lil Yachty dressing Gucci flops There's a bop standing right there Who needs it Twist, turn, better run when you first see it No pulling, it's addicting Like heroin, the serum, the heroine is smearing Whatever happened to good Samaritans appearing They all left gone Now we're stuck singing death, Defttone songs