Elzhi - Deep lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm the bell ringer, shell slinger Hidin' bodies 'til the smell lingers Until they pale as Renée Zellweger, when El sting ya You feelin' like the braille finger, searchin' for the line I'm first you stuck in last, rappers now s**in' a** Full of new school n***as I wouldn't f**in' pa** They should flunk your cla** and dip low They tiptoe and eves drop with both sleeves popped Now please stop, you'll melt faster than a freeze pop In a hundred degrees El's sunning MC's he pops You better put that work in I murk grins and k** grills, my steel peels Then I peel wheels then sk** feels like it heals ills Like Benadryl pills, the hottest artist will feels chills When I drop gems that play out like fans when you peep These rhymes ain't cheap, oh yeah I gets deep [Refrain] I'm a thoroughbred Never sleep I find a way to eat To all my Detroit n***as that be tryna eat It's your boy Elzhi, my science is deep [Verse 2] Yeah I gets deeper than that Once I blow your mind your not keeping your hat I bomb the scene, k**in' off your rhyme regime You taken back like a time machine, my dime is clean My flow is hydro, cannabis, Sativa Also known as Chronic weed and again this reefer Watch it blow, my nuts hang a couple of crotches low And f** fifteen minutes n***a my watch is slow You need to cease to bragging You see the fire that I spit when I unleash the dragon The ruler is back, we battle your medulla is cracked We do it online you find that yo computer is hacked It's your decision what my brain stores division I'm seein' bars come together like doors in prison When I spit that line, you can keep in your mind When they creep, I do this in my sleep, oh yeah I gets deep [Refrain] [Verse 3] Listen, I blow trees with the Buddha man squeeze with the war lord Your floored hot stay on point like a scoreboard I come hard the way a chick pull a clit I know you a**holes pissin' all you dicks full of sh** Gets your dogs muzzled, I'm drunk off the power I guzzle Break men into pieces leave 'em puzzled Clips I pack 'em in like sardines, flippin' on n***as Like Megatron in they hands on Starscream And this year y'all are gona have to give it the f** up If not I'm takin' it, however you make of it I stack cake a bit, I should wear a bakers mitt And put cheese down on the whip like it was quaker grits Oh little mommy how she shakes her tits Work the pole and make it twerk and roll I know it urk you whole that I could jerk your soul In your sleep, you meet the Grim Reap, oh yeah I gets deep