John Sparkz - Sylvester Lundgren lyrics

[Verse 1 - Action Bronson] Cash off the top, cash off the top Play with my money motherf**er get shot Weed from the dread that I roll in the fanta Cover on my dick so I won't catch the monster I don't even know myself, I'm twisted This exquisite sh** that flip when I rip it Crisp kiddicks, right hand quicker than Riddick's Safe to say that I'm the sh** here Red suede shoes, a holiday in Arizona Cocaine knives open up the abalone Smoke the macaroni, eat the cannelloni Put the cameras on me, take the cameras off me Motherf**er raise your hand when you speak Act wild this .45 is gettin' jammed in your cheek Play the hotel room with b**hes tossin' my bu*t Layin' back chillin' blowin' a blunt Motherf**er you [Verse 2 - Meyham Lauren] Play them sound blocks, tinted, not timid, no gimmick Game of life is trife but due to good advice I'm 'bout to win it f** with rap but I still run around the map and still get it Let a n***a violate, I make a visor out his fitted Shoebox spinach, new Glocks finish, my life is real Calm when clocking currency but on the stage we hyper, still I spit for New York where we rep a different type of sk** But often plan to k** while listenin' to Cypress Hill My knife is ill, infections get spread through incisions Conquer and divide when we ride, peace to division Shinin' when I'm rhymin' my slang f** up your vision Missiles leave you layin' missionary if I'm on a mission That's all precision, precise moves change of position Never snitchin', define a mime during an inquisition My team's about to run the world and that's a true prediction Another day, another dollar, and a new affliction [Verse 3 - Ag Da Coroner] You know you picked the wrong n***as to f** with, you punk b**h Tyson uppercuts, Bruce Lee front kicks I'm Dexter with the blood splatter Have you shakin' in the back seat with JFK, covered in brain matter Everything I talk I walk Crib lookin' like a blackboard, oh sh**, flooded with white chalk Heartbeat racin' fast, when I chase yo a** With a Jason mask, p**y boy wave the flag Life ain't savin' that, family draped in black Visit your maker, now you can't make it back One-way ticket to the fire and brimstone My mental's locked up but my physical been home Question our God ask him what do I sin for He said I do wrong cause Eve is my kinfolk Bloodline of a disobedient Mixed with the heart of a butcher, make the coroner ingredients