Santos Santana - Undertaker Chokeslam lyrics

[Verse 1] I use to KEEP my feelings bottled up, ima voice em now, as far as RADIO, 1/2 the joints that's out disappoint the Owl, I'm UNDERTAKER chokeslam off the top of the Hell In The Cell CAGE, no way to avoid the ground, you Doink The Clown POINT the barrel, and sh** ain't been the same since the gin became VINCENT aid, binge to end the pain, sip the poison down .i'm told I'm twice as annoying and loud when my boys AROUND, Piss and Operate With Liquor, sh** no choice but wild BODY fulla brewwws', never took a beating .sh** i recognize his crew, where'd I meet them, tell 'em PROLLY from the newwwws, they just cruise the street lit .one was tweakin out his shoes, it ain't even the weekend .making a Scene, we hot dogs bacon and beans, end up in SERAPHIM Vape with my team dripping in Bape and Supreme, liquor intake is ExTREME, screaming f** the police in my f** The Population tee fu*k my occupation, I ain't stopping this pace til I drop to my face man f** [Chorus] .Stop got em, rock bottom, rocks at the BOTTOM of my rocks gla**, ox tabs pop em, oh .Stop got em, rock bottom, rocks at the BOTTOM of my rocks gla**, ox tabs pop em, oh Scuse me POINT me towards the belts I'm sure the ones from the kids section fits .so my neck can fit, i bought my shoes alittle BIGGER so cement could fit, bouta leave the mall I heard wait "YOU the Owl your music hella lit", "thanks don't mention it," [Verse 2] A STONE cold stunner, my bones froze til i get that ROLLING Stones cover with my mother signed to Stones Throw NO dose of No Doz could slow role my slumber when these BOBOS grab the mic with no flow, I wonder if there BOYS, lie to em, ya boys, all 5 of em, in SIDE ya session like "that rhyme was muy, fire son," WHAT laughter what, bu*t rappers rap bu*t backwards BLUNT bu*ts scattered smoking blunt after blunt after BLUNT, OWL gang sessions cup after cup after CUP, livers black as f**, hockey puck plastic, ba*tard SON, on the same path his drunk dads been stuck, we KNEW it cuz your mustache stunk, shut yo sus a** up .15 years later my eyes on Japan flags .lack of sleep, underneath em Gucci handbags I ain't had a proper rest since my poppa left, fan TASTIC, now I'm walking straight into Newark Ave traffic laughin [Chorus] .Stop got em, rock bottom, rocks at the BOTTOM of my rocks gla**, ox tabs pop em, oh .Stop got em, rock bottom, rocks at the BOTTOM of my rocks gla**, ox tabs pop em, oh Scuse me POINT me towards the belts I'm sure the ones from the kids section fits .so my neck can fit, i bought my shoes alittle BIGGER so cement could fit, bouta leave the mall I heard wait "YOU the Owl your music hella lit", "thanks don't mention it,"