{Intro}
Tipper Gang
Yo
{Verse 1}
My weed tastes like Sour Skittles
Kick-drum slap you 'cross the chops and make your jowls jiggle
I said something genius that sounded simple
Over Mash beats, we got paid and split it down the middle
Coked up with Charlie Sheen
Make your girl belly twerk to Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Don't fu*king start with me
Northern hospitality
Southern comfort
Underdog, bust her dogless, shut the fu*k up
My brain's having technical mishaps
I'm chemically imbalanced
Depressing but sh*t happens
Dealing with you pussies was never a big challenge
You should know being a hatеr has never been in fashion
Made a killing off of words again 'causе I've got a way with it
Set the bar now I'm raising it like I'm weightlifting
Can't beat me, to even try's pointless
Had time to think about my life choices like White Boy Rick
{Hook}
Shades on in the winter, I'm a fashionista
b*tch I don't owe you anything, why you acting bitter?
Spreading peace, counting mantras like {?}
Big massive bifta like Black The Ripper
{Verse 2}
fu*k your cloud, I'll let it go to your head like a blood clot
I'll crumble your empire, no friends or no love lost
If you see me rubbing shoulders, I'm just getting a dust-off
I'll raise hell 'til the Devil's above God
Sniffed up with your auntie, sweating my nuts off
She said I gave a memorable performance like Hendrix at Woodstock
Better than me? Who you getting your drugs off?
Your weed's covered in leaves with smells of sweat like your HUF socks
Pupils dilated, not my usual mindstate
Been getting higher during lockdown like suicide rates
No sneakdissing, I don't do those mind-games
Me and my pen, name a better duo, I'll wait
I'll never let you fu*k with my friends like a co*kblocker
You've got nothing if you haven't got honour
You're just in it for the fame, no critical acclaim
Or a soul to ascend from your physical remains
{Hook}
Shades on in the winter, I'm a fashionista
b*tch I don't owe you anything, why you acting bitter?
Spreading peace, counting mantras like {?}
Big massive bifta like Black The Ripper
{Outro}
Yeah, not a lot else left to say
Glad I wrote another verse
Sound