The Biscuit

We keepin' the grass cut low so we peep the snakes Fleein the jakes Creepin' with precision Make no mistake You entered into a new era of destruction Once you started fraudin', actin tough Now you get your skull crushed in My lungs are lined with the finest strains Dripped in designer things Acquired from keepin' the line of sight the same A couple of L's on the sheet but that time was then Hardened skin These bullets bounce off me and stick in them There's nothing you can do like sleep paralysis Just come and take your meds Box of doaptruck phallus' Cuz' you fake ass dudes is fuckin' gay Rook and friends are here to stay Clear the board the Kings are now in play Yo, pay attention DOAPTRUCK - there ain't no going broke we making classics counting faces, dead and we blowin' smoke Up Constrictor flower O$KR YOLA Served him out the window Heard your mans was desperate Started sniffin' soda Nose leakin' And he drippin Trippin over Dosin' Stumbling over words Like where you get your dope I mean you get your flow at Roger Rabbit With the coke stash Slangin swords Like Alexander Great Bitch, I'm a Nomad No competition Shit with no man You might be flakey I'm the snowman Ted Bundy with the romance Wine & Rhyme Bitch, I don't hold hands You feelin' sick Go get your Zofran Pack delivered With the quickness By Malone the Post man Steady mixin' up them serums Ones that have you wishin' You was fly as us And had them bitches Don't forget it It's GOLVIN on the stitching