[Psycho Les]
People call me the drunk, off the thick funk
Just to prove I'm?luida? bag your whole start like?meshuda?
Click back, put a hollow point cap in your temple
We get caught, it's strictly mental
A stone crook, I don't go by the book
You can't fool me with your gangsta look
I've truncated??? on my turf for wet pay
When I roll a blunt, they'd better roll away
Out, and don't try talking bold
Cause I'll smack you with a bat just like "Walking Tall"
What? You punk, who's gonna defend you?
When I bumrush your a** and stick an icepick in you
Quick, your b**h caught a splinter from my dick
Cause she gave me a woodie in the parking lot behind Mc-
Donald's, the bed slammer again stick 'em both
With my king-size dick, and Donna King sized hand again
*gunshot* "2, 3, Break!"
[Fashion]
I go so much of this style coming from my lips while
Washed-up ducks get dumped in motherf**ing sh** piles
Bang, I got my own thang, gang ain't a proper
Drop a, hollow-point shelly on a copper
Let 'em f**ing know who's Kool where I'm coming from
Slept for a while on my style now I'm stunning 'em
Bagging 'em, plus I hit their hoes in the mean
Cause all I ever want is fame, b**hes, and the green
Seen crazy n***as get lost in the shuffle
With dreams turned to rubble then bust like a bubble
Ta-dow, now, that's how it's falling
Whether I'm hitting skins or motherf**ing ballin
Hanging with my crew on the Peaksk** plain
I throw my sh** when laying a b**h so get off my dick
Trick, you know my style, no it ain't no use
Cause I keep your hoes wet like a f**ing douche
*gunshot* "2, 3, Break!"
[JuJu]
Taking 'em out, no ha**, I be the owner of my rhymes
Will make n***as collapse into a coma
Product of a concrete hell, I'm on a mission
Deadly with intent to shell the opposition
f**ing with this flow, come on, yo that's treason
n***as f** around and get shot for no reason
Junkyard n***a, represent everytime
Corona's in the house and yo Gab!
(Bust and rip the sk**s!)
[Gab]
My rhymes wake up to a 9.4, ready for war
Come up, I false my fronts with your spinal chord
Before I got the drive, I possess and tox
And I'm trying to survive under a cyanide landslide
But that ain't nothing like a penny anymore
Cause I a**ault n***as who couldn't launch sh** with catapaults
So if you ever hear the name Gab One
Don't even sweat it, the worst hasn't even begun
[JuJu]
Word up, it's like that, Beatnus, Triflicts in the house, kid
19, and one, you know what I'm saying? Word