Dot N Pro - Speed lyrics

[Intro] You can turn the beat up louder Yeah [Verse 1] Marchin' like a martian, hit a starship with the carbon, I'm a marksman Pewm Verse for verse, I walk in and chalk men, with the words I'm cursed as cartman South of the Bronx, the worst department Swim in the mouth of the swamps, the skirts and garments Withdrawn in my mental safe in a case to say I don't think my mental's safe But I'm sayin' the date issued on the pistols great Than late crystal wanna be in crystal lake With a straight pitbull that run a cripple straight Trynna run a pencil straight through ya stenciled face I ain't on planes when I swarm fans And my vains hangin' on vains when I'm on xans No one in a guinea pants by ya grown man Stan hands full of strands when I'm on grams Can somebody tell me somethin' I know they hear me comin like a copper go and rob an eltiudi Livin life illegal like it's legal I gotta carry somethin' till the beta cops catch and tell me nothin' Cut and get the ropes, I'm a ropesmith I grew up with the skin of soapdishes if we gotta get it bubbly Scape snakes wild try, pray the table mine, sound like dubbly The issue we get speeder Cuz the militia leader, little peter, got a millimeter heater, and a kilometer rita See to me you n***as sweeter than a rita, pretty nita, you kilometer rita, I'm an animal Vegeta Man, she peter, so I eat her when I beat her, she be hangin' of the shoulders of my beater I be bangin off the meter Put under the blanky with a yankee get a spanky from the panky like he Jeter Ha Drive by nine n***as in the five-seater, lettin' mind fly, blind side leave ya wife beat up In the mind guys die try to get like me But my design can fine line any type seater I'm Re'd up Kiddy pull the beat up, it's small, I ain't gotta pull my seat up I'm G'd up k** it, forget it pull the beat up Young Money up