Analogic - Aluminum Bat lyrics

[Prelude: Jarren benton] The f** these n***as talking about, man? I ain't paying attention to none of the sh** these n***as be talking about, man! Where the f** my squad at? f** it! [Verse 1: Jarren benton] f** all that sh** that you talk, i'm as sick as my thoughts I'm from Atlanta, i never was a fan of the hawks You can find me spitting game at your b**h Better aim and then spit I paint the sky with the brains of a snitch Put your remains in the ditch I'm getting brains in the six Reclining the seat and she gon' lick the veins in my dick The same f*ggots that dap you up, be the ones that clap you up Thank god we made it through days darker then Daffy duck Funny how n***as rally when cops k** em', but when black on black violence is through the ceiling n***as is chilling I'm pa**ing on that groupie p**y, let my brodie's have it I'm out in Manhattan tryna' f** with Zoey Kravitz f** love i ain't searching for no cinderella I'm blowing dope that'll blow my brains in the interstellar Rappers dressin like they into fellas' Little ways to the top so i'm rapping like i'm still in the cellar Lord benton i always been into who*eish' women Spilling pinot grigio on my linen in Venice C.I.A. invented crack with a sinister chemist Long talks with God til' my spirit's replenished Yeah, i do this for your grandson whose life was taken by a quicker kid behind a hand gun Y'all ain't f**ing with Mr. Benton, that's ludacris Slice open my wrist and pull out the devil's computer chip b**h, y'all b**h a** n***as sleepin on the goddamn god like Sealy's posturepedic mattress, n***a. look here man f** this sh** im done rapping, man, aye pounds get at these n***as let's wake em' up! [Verse 2:Pounds] Hard to stay clean with both hands in the business b**hes think you balling with four grand in the district Toe tag in an instant, so animalistic, throw hands in them fishes You throw bands at them b**hes I'm lucky left in the broham with the dishes who*es chug slugs like coke cans and a biscuit I'm smoking lethal knocking the best of seagull f** the block push profit of packerino Uhh, i put beam to heads aim, screaming lets bang Through your green and red frames, yeah 125 like a portion of fifth I'm just gon' throw my fork in the ditch, sh** corpse in the lift?] Uhh! Now p**y, why you lying on your songs Bet you stop her when i bop her, [put that iron on you lung?] Hammer the way, then it has a graphic display, fashion a cake See you boys is cashing the way, on loud but open bad cats in the shay Hygien controls, madame strap pat in the b' I'm still alive, further than they ever thought Consensual fire and watch you beg for water [Bridge:Jarren] Y'all n***as way too f**ing sensitive, y'all some b**h a** n***as, we bringing that hardcore sh** back, it's that aluminum bat to your f**ing skull, sh**. Ey Chris get these f** n***as! [Verse 3: Chris rivers] Chris the sh**, Young Feces that's my alias Lord of rap, the jaws'll crack i ram a nazi atheist Make believe is with my radience, my radius is here to aliens f** a top 10 i'm top 9 like Ms.Radius f** a b**h and save the world, the rest is miscellaneous Pull out on a stack, don't even know what a baby is Was born a grown man, force my thoughts to homelands Had to hold it with both hands, cuz' i never had a baby dick What's crazy is, they trapped us in the system, every premonition, vision beat the pick, the nicest victims Pray for knowledge, pay for college , pay for coffe is for our children that hold their father's leave like hoodb**hes dating pilgrims n***a listen, i'm the truth never had to miss a tooth, the gap is disembolic, from the diss is struck from me to you Rappers scared to say my name like beetlejuice, shocking like they seeing Zeus I know they pray that change is coming but it took the scenic route, it's got it's rivers