Syndrome - Chloroformin' lyrics

(Both going back and forth) J.C.: Yo, Sketch S: Ayo what's poppin' big daddy? Yo grab that pistol over there on the counter dog Yeah, I know And those rags too Yeah I f**in' know Yeah that one Aye man, can you please make her be quiet? Ayo b**h, SHUT THE fu*k UP Thank you, thank you I don't wanna hear your cryin' Yeah me f**in' neither b**h Yo, make sure to hit up Deloosion man I already called him We're goin' chloroformin' (J.C. the Cancer) You're basically asking for a rape conviction Better take it in the a** like you're Drake in prison I'm Robert Kelly, looking for b**hes to take a piss in Watching cable vision, while my brain is flippin' This ain't rags to riches, body baggin' b**hes My chloroform rag swag will remain consistent ‘Cause you can lead a who*e to roofies but can't make her drink it So I'd hate to risk it, I just handle business Like a Christian or a Mormon, chloroformin's a fake religion But forcing who*es on the floor is more than a sacred mission It takes a vision, the Bible's spreading like wildfire Sodomizing dimes with a tire iron, I'm mighty tired Am I admired? The Jim Jones of this frightening cult Lightning bolts strike me, if I'm a joke, I'd like to vote f** that, ima find the hoe with the nicest coat Wine and dine the dime and then when it's time ima slice her throat (Hook) With the Thrashklan out on the loose, up on your corner swarmin' Come out and play! Today! We're going chloroformin' Take a breath and your a** is pa**ed out on the floor and snoring It's a beautiful day! Hooray! We're going chloroformin' (x2) (Sketch) I like my who*es enormous as planets that soar in orbit Because their carca**es are large enough to store my p**n in It's time I issue the police formal warning: I'll smoke a pig with a shell, I flavor my pork with tortoise I'm something like Willy Loman, a d**h salesman Askin' people if they want me to k** ‘em some door to door sh** This one b**h tried to call the cops, so her phone cable left her throat strangled Thank God she couldn't afford a cordless I'm obsessed with d**h I need to fix it's morbid torment But it's more important to me that I die before the mornin' I feel like I was born aborted with an endorphin shortage Life is just one of the many things I'm sorta bored with My crew's filthy but no matter who's guilty I'll tell the cops Big Mike did it I'm a truly poor informant The Thrashklan's on your porch with torches Our white rags kiss you goodnight f*gs, we're chloroformin' (Hook) x2 (Deloosion) I stay on the computer like a pervert with a stinky armpit Stalkin' a cougar with plastic surgery her chi-chi's poppin' Chloroform drippin' as I'm lurking with a piece of cloth And then you faint awake, like ? and whiskey threes a droppin Crooked cops take a life, the dirt gets swept beneath the carpet So I rap with vengeance for every murder from a feeble copper Lowkey like ?, rolling through the streets of Compton k**ing for no reason like the Ferguson police department In dirty jeans for cheap at Target Rocking shows with my co*k exposed From Germany to Grease to Holland I'll leave your whole label eternally at peace in coffins And have your mom make me an early breakfast, cheesy omelet We dirty deed my team's and army But I'm the monster that stands out Observe me and then be astonished These purple leaves from Tijuana full of seed but f** it we still smokin' I'm permanently chiefin' ganga