57 Pixels - S.T.M.W.T.P. lyrics

I'll start this off with the fact that my pockets are petty Look at all of this paper, can't you tell that my wallet is heavy Flowing so smooth, no leaks on this faucet; it's steady The hottest is barely able to keep up with a prophet so deadly A prairie so sketchy it's filled with rappers thankfully I brought a machete This is definitely not me trying to be funny so I wouldn't stop counting your blessings I'm fiending an Indian sandwich I should of head over to Delhi I'm getting all sweaty in this b**h and the air is unhealthy allegedly Yeah, Versace is not me I'm rocking my top three favorite articles Can't stop me, my hobbies and colleagues always get chased by constables I'm godly, wrist sloppy still chopping and this is barely arsenal My posses is largely so costly but to me that's no obstacle I got more than a few reasons why people call me The Slammer Been to jail and this f**ers still question me grammar Fell off a car and last longer then six seconds on keggers Drown in the p**y and body box and look at me and say that it's slander People don't know if I'm playing or if I'm truly sadistic f** all their ignorant questions I don't like them rudely specific Everything I own gets taken away like they sued me on Christmas This verse is a Holocaust, it's like I'm cruising my hit list f** all the fake sh**, I'm not going to take it I'm only happy when I'm as high as a spaceship My shoulders are weighted; sh** from the third grade b**h But I wasn't a gay kid who was into some fake sh** Look, on flows I'll choke, I'm slow and broke But you'll still see me blowing smoke I know I'm stoked, but what else am I too do But treat my adversaries like the Jews. Poof! [Outro] Going in, I'm going in I beat this sh** like Osama Bin