Cla**ic Cris - Foolish lyrics

Chorus/Hook: And really, Crack until the d**h of me Foolish till they find my cold vessel hanging from a tree They asking how you cook that crack? Well thats easy 3 crazy mothaf**as and a beat thats the recipe Still really, Crack until the d**h of me Foolish till they find my cold vessel hanging from a tree They asking how you cook that crack? Well thats easy 3 crazy mothaf**as and a beat thats the recipe Cla**ic Cris: I wrote this high off orange peels in a jail cell Biodegradable gotta be good brain cells Just shanked Shaw in the jaw with my f**in toenail Guess the pedi paid off he bled to d**h without a single yell For help, honestly im scared of hell The only thing holdin me back from k**in myself And Im just actin crazy, foolish if ya will But if you won't then f** you n everybody in your will Matter fact, f** every rapper with a deal Cuz im better than u all, id love to see u prove me wrong Now im grown, came a long way from Sittin at the cool table sendin dicktures to your mom Tucknastee on the keys let it be known Word to my 3rd momma thats queen Fiona Died hard while i was watchin friends Masturbating to Rachel until i ran outta breath What a way to go i know i bet ya love my crazy a** Crackhouse, Cla**ic, Maniac GKpaypa$tak$: Dont step up in the crib and then rap like you werent able to Ill rep it till you b**hes screaming crack, and Im thinkin an*l too This fatal proof Im busting at the beat, you bussin tables fool Get crack on the track you the back of the pack So bet we turn the tables too Aye, Im aiming at you Grab the gat and spray it at you David blaine on acid this the magic Ima lay it on you Play ya game then save it on you Im the next in line and they dont got the time to wait on you Devil in the flesh with a heavenly mind Im fresher than d**h call it heaven at night See I get yo chick wet, you can call me the tide Because Im always bringing it back and you dont gotta rewind This cause Im hotter than you wouldve imagined Me when I hop on this track its a rap again Clack on on your clique click clack once again Its the crinack we been-ack You think were sh**ty well shinat We got the city on the mizzap The mishap was f**in with us You get it? you nothin binitch And nobodys f**in with us So f** with us Dee Jay: Paid all my dues and now my dues are payin me Never be a royal or what the industry Invisions the So as we proceed to give you what you need I'll keep Rollin up this green and lacin tracks with feddacheene If you don't like the way I spit my rhymes why don't you change it Any attempt they'll find the body rottin in the basement I'm not what it seems in fact a humble person widda thought process some people call it disturbing I don't like the way you talk il plot to murda you Bury you alive and brag about the crime to the crew Make your parents the ingredients for a stremendous stew Call me Erick cartman when you're eatin them without a clue The crackhouse consists of a group of foolish dudes That make chicks devour dicks like a starving African Them crackheads are back again Another track to snap again Bring more heat I'm strapped again And could say I've almost mastered this