Styles P - k** That Faggot lyrics

[Intro] Live sh**, The Ghost [Verse 1] All the weed smoke bustin my lungs I'm in the whip, with the 8 dollar bottle only trustin my gun You would think I was born in the pot, the way my blood boil Put ya brain in the dirt, and call it thug soil Flow till ya sick of me, waddup So if ya Catholic get ya Rosary, m**ms get ya thicker beads(?) Yeah that's a real thug I like to pray when I'm high, the weed is my shek(?), the blunt is my prayer rug P ain't got a religion Yeah I believe in God, but I'm harder than the cops in the prison And I'm glad that the L.O.X. made it I'm in the parkin lot, gun on my waist while I get intoxicated You would be surprised all the d** that I operated We come through ya block, we got beef you cooperatin Ghost cuz I'm outta this world And I don't play, I blow the large intestine right outta ya girl, what [Chorus] x2 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah k** that f*ggot (what?), k** that f*ggot (what?), k** that f*ggot (what?), k** that f*ggot (what?) [Verse 2] The Ghost got telepathy Shine in the darkside, disappear in the light, y'all want the recipe You think I'm sleepin Dog this is Styles, if I'm lookin in the sky im tryin to find a cloud to creep in Come back when it rain again You could get my drift on, understand my science then I'ma spit the pain again You can't sing wit' angels, you chat wit' a demon I'm as loud as the gat that I'm squeezing, adapt for the heathens Told you I'm the lord of the slums Flow is water, words is fire, I order the guns It ain't nothing like the comin' of Christ You wanna roll and I'ma leave a hole you ain't numbin' with ice Yeah I'm a soldier dog f** around with Styles, you'll never get a colder war, guaranteed I'm foldin' y'all Yeah I'ma tell you my name You wouldn't understand, it's so deep that I'ma tell you my game, what [Chorus] x2 [Verse 3] I wanna k** the world and bouncin' is my remedy P will go to war if I ain't got a ounce of energy Die for my ace goons, live for the younger me You could look in my eyes and see where the hunger be Blood, sweat, and tears been dropped, dip ya bowl in it But what make this sh** bad, I put my soul in it f** you, f** them Y'all ain't got honor, respect the customs n***as don't want me to flip, I don't stand still Been made my decision, how I was livin' A couple years ago when I learned how a few grand feel It's my time to grind, my turn to burn So I'm askin where the matches at, and if you can't answer that Then answer this, where the fu*k you want P to put the casket at? What, mothaf**as [Chorus] x4