Archie Bunker

Glowing Grim Reaper eyes, bleeding skies Demons rise half the youth believe in lies How crucifying Jesus died Walk amongst the snake charmers And bank robbers That spray Llama, slay drama, I hate problems We the most precious resource With treachery cause Destiny calls when every King eventually falls Scientifical THC density warped Future primitive savage remove the Head from your corpse Throw your aura in a black glow energy warp Biotech cyborgs without a shred of remorse Another mutated life force of The deadliest sort My shooter’s a strike force Remove your heads with a sword Better yet a saw, get a straw Medicine galore on that goon shit We be the most relevant of all Brand you can bet your hand on These other brands are tampons With sand sores But f*ck that bullshit cause ours bang hard Now everybody saying Coka is back But they ain’t go nowhere They was rolling the stacks Standing over the body Watching smoke from the gat We the illest in the game and You know it’s a fact bRRAATT! Bong bong, motherfucker Hit your bitch raw dog hard, motherfucker Push your shit back, you LeBron, motherfucker Haha, let’s get on, motherfucker Knocked ‘em out with one punch That’s a shitty fight Getting money, fucking gunthers That’s the shitty life I’m in your city, hype Fucking big titty dykes These fucking bars will knock a Hipster off a city bike F*ck your life nigga, we so damn glorious Coney Island hundred deep No it ain’t The Warriors It’s the Lyfer Gang Nigga get your wifey banged It’s pure dope, put in in the needle Spike your vein I hit the booth grilling tracks With my true feelings Then I hit the stage a capella they like "Ooh kill ‘em!" I’m in the coop chilling, rag top New ceiling bumping George Michael Cross dangling off my hoop earring Eighties shit Get your lady hit with the crazy dick Big guns like they on the deck of a Navy ship You leave the crib I’m smoking weed with your babysit' Hit her raw, then wipe my nut on the baby bib From the basketball diary Catholic team junkie Cocaine kid on the path that seemed bumpy Half the team locked in a casket seen monthly Travelling in packs like a Capuchin monkey Sack of trees chunky, my faculties funky Rackets and packets get me out the lead jumpy But I ain’t had no vertical leap Just this phantom that I can Spin into this vertical deep Now the wrath on that path Has a past between us We killed your radio and smashed your zenith The federales, yeah they had subpoenas Drones and satellite dishes lined Half to Venus But they can suck my flaccid penis Once the kid's off the grid While I got enough cash to lean us Serial scratched off when we stash the niners Live to shoot another day and Make a classic remix