Meatballs & Murder (feat. Xrader & High Lord Tek)

My middle finger straight higher Then my blood pressure Love Leisure But madness gives me some pleasure I come better I mean when I spit Now get your mind out the gutter Stop beatin the dick Cause the worlds gone to shit Now we eating the rich Who leadin the sitch Cut throat We bleedin a wrist Know your role Shut your hole Or leave you in bits Little bits I'm cold blooded You meat in a fridge Let my fist greet your lips Not meaning a kiss Bitch you fish Cause you stand for nothing Pleading the fifth Rip the script Smack an actor Just beatin these kids Needing a lift? Not I I lead with my gift A Sharp wit, razors edge Spittin bullets out a Bayonet Rader, Ray and Tek Spraying sets You be grateful dead Hate on breakin bread Take ya head or break a leg instead You ain't big time no big house You a maisonette Off track so trainwreck Paid Flow no rain check Yolo so Mae West Go raw no latex No safe sex so apex But a predator no Like how I won my last round But wasnt credited So But I'm a veteran bro yo I can handle an L Even if its Bs Like what evangelist sell I can handle myself It's small time A vandal in hell Still steady stackin slabs Can you handle the smell? Dont chance it it's Rancid Like a cancerous cell Pick a stance or get a glance At how the manson vics felt The answer a spout A faucet with your thoughts leaking out Pick a day pick a time pick a spot we can bout Sweep the leg kick a rock Keep the talk beat the mouth Lay an egg be the hen I'm the fox in the house Got these names on my list And keep crossin um out Got your dame on my dick And shes tossin the blouse My name on her tits Now she gots to go south I Was playin a bit But got lost on the route Was saying y'all payin It's going to cost you yourself Maintaining my reign It's going to cost you to doubt When it come to spinach Squeeze a can like I'm Popeye Shells by the bucket When I blam bet a opp die Dealin out the fish So I weigh it by the stockeye Dawg, I'm finna kill it, Imma let you see the rot, why? Lure me out my chillin And that's such a bad decision See the way the bully barkin You can hear it from a distance Shank like Jack The Ripper But it ain't for stabbin women So let's keep it Uptempo Like the kicks from Scottie Pippen Back up on my bullshit Till the moment I retire When the pipes they get to bustin' Super soak em wit the fire Leakin' marinara out they meatball Or a murder Imma send em up to heaven With a bullet as a sherpa Pistol whip St. Peter God he's just another witness Toss away the heater Like we broke it over Christmas If you feelin froggy Better jump an say a ribbit I been steppin like Fitbit Or a pimp up on his pivot Bangers bendin corners Leave a scene you never "Wanted" All my shots they on the house Like a bar that went and comp'd it Toolie undercover like a Jake But stay absconded Wit a Moonraker laser So you know my word is bonded Two Os in a seven When I go n spin the block MJ on the 'matic So you know the king of pop Think I'm in the league How I'm playin wit the rock Or I went an signed to Dame How I shave it off the top Grippin on that Nina Like cancer did to her Hear it throwin shots Like a racist sayin slurs If you finna face it Turn ya features to a blur So I say it like I'm Bishop Cuz I really know you scared