[Hook: Mr. DUI]
We at war, bring guns galore
Artillery and plenty more, I said it we the deadly four
With these similes and metaphors
Until infinity, we fina be the one stores this is what we came for
[Verse 1: Mr. DUI]
Wanna see wicked, I'd be more than glad to show you wicked Sickness flowing thru the wire when I start to kick it
Blunt ashes, flick it, take a took, get busy
Lyrics always vivid, cause I'm spitting how I'm live it
This armageddon, posted with a weapon
My tongue's the Smith and wesson, tongue twisting try to fix what I be wrecking
Starving like the great depression
Rapidly eating these rappers in a Cypher
Or in a session,before they throw the bar
I intercept it (Man, how the f**?)
Cause homie I know exactly what you be thinking
I'm a step ahead, my advise is you better quit
f** friends they come around for benefits
Flipping the bird, for the hell of it
Powerful words, make strong words delicate, kids flow so elegant
Quick question for ya how I'll you think we fina get
Let's us know beeeitch