John Sparkz - Fully Equipped lyrics

[Verse 1] I'll smack your b**h and crack her ribs with a stack of bricks Ask her kids for an evaluation after it My fashion's sick, remove the sleeves from the jacket b**h Goodwill supplies the low prices so I'm actin rich Throw cash and sh** at rachet chicks for their a** and tits Stay on acid trips but never falling cause I balance it I battle quick, hit a n***a forty times Recording rhymes, distorting minds, supporting crime with swords and nines Imported wines from foreign vines poured in diamond gla**es Ignite and pa** it, I write the cla**ics (GOLDCHAIN) I'm getting bored so I gotta switch the flow up I throat f** your b**h with her nose plugged Till she throws up (oh yuck) I think it's time for the hook I rhyme for the crooks b**h I rhyme for the crooks [Hook x4] All my friends juggle, you can call us juggalos You can call us juggalos [Verse 2] Rap game Dr. Seuss I drop the roof on my convertible spaceship b**h I bought the moon One hundred mill is pocket change I rock a chain more expensive than Obama's plane We are not the same I'm in the highest tax bracket With a fat packet of rolling papers getting blasted with my hat backwards Surpa** standards of the rap masters Tell the best rapper that his career's in its last chapters The lyrical prowess You hear when I shout this Is dope enough to k** off any f**ing spirit around it I'm here and I'm grounded Permanent in the game till I'm famous I'll sell my soul to the devil if my lyrics can't claim it I think it's time for the chorus I rhyme words with orange b**h I rhyme words with porridge [Hook]