Budd Dwyer - Germantown lyrics

[Verse 1: Hu$tle God] H-S-L be the mafia 18 wheeler, No stopping us Popular in your area Cut these [?] marvelous Pardon me, I mean, pardon us Moving deep as a party bus Blowing smoke in your residence n***a feeling quite excellent Ain't no if I or when I will Take the globe in my second hand Call me [?] the hustle man Toking and doing the hustle dance Loafin' rarely, that's when I can When I do, I [?] Eat us [?] xans over blunts as I plot [?] You p**y [Verse 2: Yung Mutt] *brrrrrrat* f** the sound of a gat Spray a chopper Spraying uzis *blocka blocka* Bullets tearing you just like a sheet of looseleaf Give me the loot Give me the loot please Give me the paper b**h I would rather get it now then later Tired of being broke Skull f** an alligator, turn his scales into a f**ing robe If I can't afford it, b**h, I'll make it on my own f** a hoe I ain't got a bone to throw Used to bring a b**h to eat sushi with me Now i'm eating Mikimoto solo All these hoes know not to get in Oddy's snow globe Snow leopard keep it so cold b**h i got to go, hoe Go home Don't call me Money on my mind make my head so foggy But it could be the weed Regardless Oddy still making all these b**hes soggy [Verse 3: Yung $carecrow] Smoking cheefing I'm that reaper Demon creeping right beneath you Call me Ceasar 59 leader Beat his head in with the cleaver I got a fever and my sickness now is rising quick Breaking the meter body temperature is 666 Straight jacket shawty Trying to calm me with a script of meds "$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow" All these voices i hear in my head Now cover the bed with bodies and lead $uicide known to be raising the dead Walk in my shed feeling the dread of staring at hundreds of old severed heads