Joyner Lucas - Listen To Me (AKA 2morrow Night) lyrics

Verse 1 [Joyner Lucas]: Riding with the riders, with the mileage on the pilot Couple bottles and some models and some condoms we be wildin' Choppers in the closet, for the watchers who be plottin' Watch me burn this sh** down, like Sodom and Gomorrah My mama and father had some problems but regardless It was obvious, I would be a f**ing monster and a goblin k**ers move in silence but gorillas move with violence And my n***as move with choppers, and maracas, and Obama's And the time here, lamas and the tommy guns Tomorrow never promised but I'm promising your time is up Line em' up, Eeny, meeny, miny, grab a shawty, every body f** Heard your b**h a hottie but she prolly, well not prolly, f** Stopping out you soul until body jump, copy cut Semi colon, space point, comma what? I'm a nut Wave strong enough to f**ing stop a truck Smack you with a hockey puck, rip your f**ing pockets off your Hollister Chores [Joyner Lucas]: Climbing through your windows with a hollow pipe, I can't wait for tomorrow night Ninja blades, twin razors and an army knife, I can't wait for tomorrow night Ski mask rubber gloves, cutting all the lights, I can't wait for tomorrow night Vest on, suited up like an armored knight, I can't wait for tomorrow night Hook [Joyner Lucas]: Yo, I try and, I try and tell these n***as man They not, they not f**ing with me man, I, you know what I mean? I've been doing this sh** since I was like 9, 10, you know what I mean? I can do this in my sleep man Verse 2 [Joyner Lucas]: Son of an artist, I'm f**ing bonkers, I roam with bosses f**ing your daughters, your mothers, aunts, in your uncle's office Born in a carriage a couple horses while jumping off em' The cops chasing, I f**ing lost em' that's f**ing awesome Joyner the puppet master, I'm stabbing your lung and fracture your back Till your nuts will crack in your sack to your f**ing bladder Funny how now suddenly everyone's a bunch of rappers They just a bunch of band wagon hopping f*ggot maggots Got magic racket, hacky sack it's in my khaki jackets A cream colored hat to match it with it after taxes These little hoes know my name they ain't have to ask it The rap a**a**in, I'm action Jackson the cash attack a freakaziod Frankenstein, eat the boy, follow me on Twitter catch me at the BET award Looks can be deceiving I'm the daemon in your ouija board Sneaking through your basement I be creeping and I never make a freaking noise Chores [Joyner Lucas]: Climbing through your windows with a hollow pipe, I can't wait for tomorrow night Ninja blades, twin razors and an army knife, I can't wait for tomorrow night Ski mask rubber gloves, cutting all the lights, I can't wait for tomorrow night Vest on suited up like an armored knight, I can't wait for tomorrow night