H.N.I.C. - Pitchin' / Treachery lyrics

[Part I: Pitchin'] [Verse] Back in this b**h it's the menace Pissin' on the opposition from the top of Mount Olympus I stuck your grandma pearl up [?] pitchin' Even made her knit me a sweater and some b**h Mob pink mittens Pool full of Cristal for my baptism The K hit you, watch you split like a chapped kisser Diminish my morals and started getting richer You can't play fair with these n***as, ‘cause in the midst of Making friends, you can get k**ed with no repentance And I'm still in a state of vengeance A Bathing Ape camouflage finish, on my Glock 18 fully automatic at your momma's rental van Dirty n***a, mind grimy as the griddle and I'm dumping at the catchers till my dogs up out the kennel, man I'm pitchin' grams like your nana up to bat next Kidnap your daughter, stuff a kilo in her flat chest [Hook] I swear these rappers, nowhere near as sick as this ba*tard The pack and track [?] when the pen gets retracted f** these raps, f** an ad-lib I'd rather slang crack, my cover up will be this rap sh** I swear these rappers, nowhere near as sick as this ba*tard The pack and track [?] when the pen gets retracted f** these raps, f** an ad-lib I'd rather slang crack, my cover up will be this rap sh** [Part II: Treachery] [Intro] Hey tell my momma, kiss my cheek at my funeral f** my life sh** [Verse 1] I sold my first gram at eleven And I ain't learn to tie my f**ing shoes till I was seven From a place where the Sun don't shine on the beach And n***as praying every day for a come up like erectile dysfunction Life's a game and I'm off of gambols I've been playing Russian Roulette with that Ruger on the mantle Big black hawk .45 with that pearl handle It's deep, we play the block like a hick play the banjo I'm the evangelist to the vandals I see through the snakes and the enemies in camos Life's a looney tune, I drop weight like an anvil Pitch a eight ball of the snow at the show just to let the fans know How real it is, my Trini' b**h keep a 25 snub snout concealed in this sh**, these are facts (All truth) [Verse 2] Twenty years of age, I run the grand scheme of things Lil pups get bit in they neck for pissing on my tree They should've put him down like the sick dog that he is And take him off the grid, down to where Lucifer lives He looks familiar, oh sh**, there goes my momma's crib We been, livin' in Hell, been in disdain, livin' under the spell Deemed at flight risk, went to buy [?] Swear to God I pay any f**ing price to get Keef outta that cell f**, life, I can't take no more of this sh** I'm sniffing coke and pouring lean, 'bout to abort out this sh** ‘Cause quite frankly, man, I'm bored of this sh** But you think life really done f**ed you, hell nah, that's just the tip of the dick