Bald Portman - Die, Motherf**er, Die lyrics

[Verse 1: NTHNG Pablo] It's the acid tripped, ma**ive dicked, SLACKER out trolling for some a** and tits Brash as frick, f**, I meant pa**ing out, laughing; Grab a gla** and sip, uhhhhh. Bruh, I mastered it Adlib that you can't forget; known to eat an apple quick, vanish it Find me, nope. See me, nahhh. Catch me, not Stop, I'll be the last you spot. Dog, you couldn't hound me Found up, where the ground is not around; yet I'm down for whatever So if Satan says we baking, swear to God that I'mma make it hot Eight deep in a mercury with a missing seat, f** with me Burg and Tim smoking Pall Malls in the backseat, probably sipping herbal tea Toasty mostly quite. I'm driving, bumping Baldie beats And once I stop we hopping out this b**h like we a soccer team All of y'all n***as is late, probably from 78 Stealing your bop, and I don't know her name, I just know that she givin' me brain But you know that I'm a nice guy, came on her a** not her face But f** now she's stuck to a chair, cause there's frosting all over her cakes Now, I'm hot you not; yeah I know I rock, I'mma sell out in the stores n***a you flopped, probably jocked the new drop. Your mom smokes rocks. That was mean. I should stop But, it's the same old sh**, Portman and Pablo, we those guys And we know why the game so lame, screaming mainstream rap Die, Motherf**er, Die [Sample: Aesop Rock] "At least I'll always know which side of the gun I'm supposed to buy the farm from."