Cambatta - Tronological Slaughter lyrics

All hail to the late bloomers who should've made it way sooner But put in work and now they spreading like a brain tumor I'm pop locking in my grey Pumas I hot box in front of state troopers They call me Luther cuz I'm in the van with the dro like the gay crooner Speaking of gay f** J. Hoover, he's JFK' s shooter I like gays I think Frank's super I really hope he has a great future But what you do in your bedroom keep to yourself bruh I'm straight cooter Booty and fake hooters! Who do it like they hoovers! A couple of them Fifty Shades of Gray cougars And show ‘em the dark shade is way cooler Batta man leader of the Taliban Taking over all the land you can call me Charlemagne I'm raping ya with the Saudi for the oil Assa**inating you like Gaddafi cuz you're loyal It's all for the spoils of the royal Meanwhile I'm getting roots deep in the soil Seed sprouts, busting through concrete I'm free now The rose that grows from street trials In the physical realm I'm not free But in the metaphysical realm God's me Inherited the words from Ali So he don't gotta talk, his voice inside me Platinum FUBU, my tapes aces first packs from Lulu Stack is noodles sincere I'm tryna go back to Zulu New jack I hate paying taxes screw you Until the end of time I'ma give the world everything in my mind