Depressive Tongue Posse - ROBBIN/STEALIN lyrics

[Sharxxx] I been blowin' smoke clouds out every which-a-way I been on the town engagin' in some f**in' pistol play Drive-by on the Chick-Fil-A, every single day Blade to the teller like, ‘you know that I ain't finta pay!' You be lookin' wack in that wind suit ripaway All yo singin's flat, like you gotta call the Triple A All my zig's fat like my red eyes indicate Might be zonin' out but I don't listen to you anyway You hear my whip comin'? I got the system thumpin Rappin' in a megaphone, I got some lil kids runnin' Drivin' thru the kindergarten, playa let's get into somethin' Let's make ‘em quit their frontin', you won't be forgettin' nothin' I got my weapon gunnin', so you gettin' touched, fool Then I'm touchin' Hammer cuz nobody tell me what to do Think I've had enough of you, all up in my OPP This is the last stuff that we do, so listen to the whole CD Addin' to the murder rate, shoot you in the vertebrate Take you out the world, now you sittin' at the pearly gates While I'm in my truck, steady burnin' on the Purple Haze Lock you in the trunk, I'ma dump you in a dirty place Throw the bloody shirt away, wipe off all the prints Put the knife up on the curb and say, ‘no evidence!' Boy, I'm lookin' thru the scope, and you lookin' pretty big And I'm full of all this dope, but I'm still gon' split yo wig Smokin' evil spices out the bone of an elephant Blowin' out a ghost that'll show you to the essence and Holdin' out a toast, with the blood of a Lepre- Can you take the full force when the Posse come to step again? I don't give a f** in the slightest, I don't even mind this I just wanted to find out how to rewind this And travel my a** back in time, b**h, to murder the first of our kind This is not my idea of fun, and all of these people are dumb I'm sleepin' on top of my gun, cuz I was taught never to run So I'm hangin' on I ain't heard a track didn't make me wanna gun down 90's f**in' rap all a playa ever bumpin' now Boy Froot ca**ette, cuz my homie keep it underground All you other lemons just be crankin' out the dumbest sounds It's a f**in' shame Oh well Goin' on a cap peelin' (Posse robbin' and we stealin') [Boy Froot] Pop it like a switch blade, water from the Everglades Just like Tony Hawk, I'm goin' beast on the Pro Skate f** the police, ‘bout to put they body in the grave Better get a priest, cuz this demon use me as a slave And I don't even hear what the f** you say Drinkin' on a beer, and if you don't wanna push yo luck today I suggest you f**in' stay out my god damn way Posse let the blood spray, blunts in the ash tray Smoke ‘em all at once, then we sniffin' on a bag of ‘yay Bangin' on a gun and we makin' peeled caps lay Boy Froot the creature creepin' in ya living room Smokin' on the reefer, while I'm playin' Midway's ‘Doom,' It's the resurrection of evil that is illegal And my bullets they are lethal, like my paintings on an easel Realtree camo with the hood up Spark the blunt fast, put the wood up I'ma beat ya a** cuz I could-uh Lay you down fast, shouldn't a stood up b**h I told you that I run this sh** and I don't want you f**in' wit Another dude that don't get it cuz I know that he jus' gon' split Posse ridin' slow, getting' all the b**hes f** what you know, boy I leave ya a** in stitches N I bet you sh** yo britches, when I'm standin' in yo kitchen On another planet dissin' b**hes, now I'm on a mission My mission is to k** yall bustas