Buckwild - Trap Door lyrics

(First part Beat: Jake One's Trap Door) A-F-R-O is actually manifestin' the manic depression Mad at the man who was rentin' the mansion after the spirits Haunted, inhabited all of it, had the havoc enthrallin' it Hands handlin', hack with a damn hatchet and saw at ya Damn cranium, phasin' em like a player in stadiums Makin' bangers with aliases, and aliens come To take away and abduct the children, I'm tracin' a brush Over a painting and such, most of you basically lunch Fried chicken dinner, I'm bigger with a literal picture A n***a fixin' to figure a minute or second out Aminitive, sittin', spittin', and mixin' vision with wisdom A miniature little clip is when the Wesson is out Teachin' a lesson, I'm guessin', blessin' the messages, ending a sent Text, and I get it, I'm the defendant who reppin' a red Testament mission, I'm dead Fendin' the livin', a bed Spread, and I'm in it, you fem- -inine, admit it, b**h (Second part Beat: 50 Cent's I Don't Need 'Em) A ruggish, thuggish bone like the Harmony zone Get off of me, ho, I'm sluggish, I oughta be grown An odyssey roamed to slaughter the apostrophe on The comma-dey that I own, and I'm droppin' the drones And all of the cops probably can call me the top criminal Rock minerals, you feel ill when the artery shot Call me your pops, b**h, poppin' this sh** Like pop rocks in this b**h, f** it, I'm audible, sh** Dustin' off the honorable spit, I'm Apocalypse Now Put my co*k on your b**h's lips, I love the garglin' sound She garglin' balls by the pound and all, and I'm off with the loud You talkin' a lot for a while, and I'm on this common can*l Drop it, you oughta be (Shot) just for fakin' your life I hope you die a horrible d**h and take your own life Because a n***a like you does not deserve to breathe f**in' air that I breathe, I'm fair, but I'm honestly greedy Sharin' is never the meaning, caring is ever so greenery Greenery's been there for me, since age sixteen Facin' the fakest of fiends, they takin' my space and my dream And chasin' my fame and my deeds and placin' they station on me Let's get it goin' You edible emcees, nothin' but main courses Remain focused, the change strange, brain and torso Specialize in torture, rested my contortion Abide forces, testin' my lines like coke does Clackin' the shotty mount, drawn army I swarm Rackin' up body counts, like warm bodies in morgues Defeatin' any emcee with an ignorance they conceive And I'm droppin' bodies like n***as always do with they beats Prime example, mantle smash you, flashin' forward, track absorbent Mathematic coitus, flabbergasted who*es are mad at A-F-R-O Tormentin' for a second, forming edges, foreign rent Is more intended, chore indented, quarter flippin' for a Border-hoppin' Mexican, which is me I'm Mexican and Black, Blaxican if you ask again I rock the spot with the frame of a teacher I shoot off the top like I'm Abraham Lincoln Had the hat'll snap backwards, a man with a track at ya I'm after the wack rappers, dinin' like fat b**hes Drag it out for the fact that immaculate raps suit ya And dashin' to get a damn lap dance from a fat hooker