Zen - Darkmeat lyrics

Bodies b-burn in the street T-t-turn into dark meat Fingers curled up on the heat Delete these n***as, kiss my feet Then lick the ring, the choppa sing like "la la la" The industry would like that, huh? I done keep my new b**h cuffed Your last win's irrelevant just like the Cubs' f** the police but I will still shoot ya mug Slimy n***as get them slugs Buggin' out like Tribe, now where do you derive? Your b**h done used her iPhone on her clit as an improv vibe when you called I had balled my way away from where they ball Blacktop business, b**hes s**in' dick to purchase more withdrawals Desert Eagle in my draws, full clip and I use it all Leavin' stigmas in a n***a hand and fill 'em with my sauce n***as tradin' bullet holes for duckets, stuff 'em my bucket Light the ruckus in a blunt that's fat than Frostee Rucker Ramen in my stomach, cancer in my gullet from the Vicey But I'm icy, shootin' dice up on the sidewalk Mix the lean within the Hi-C Neon beams beneath the Civic Power pivot, punch a n***a leave a divot in his sipper at the picnic Put my fingers up the zipper of his sister, I'mma hit it Then I dip into the crib and play Transistor for a minute Drippin' head to toe in b**hes Snitches don't get stitches, they get put in ditches I'll crack a n***a like porcelain dirty dishes My inches are not fictitious Watches Rags to Riches re-runs On my Capcom sh**, I'm finished