Laron Flowers - Lost In Translation (Ft. Laron Flowers and brain dED) lyrics

[Produced By Anthemic] [Verse 1: Laron Flowers] This is terror time please run to ya' preacher,please believe whenever we breath it be ether Eating rappers for lunch,their snacks and their brunch,keep it in rotation,like somebody pa**ing a blunt So brash I snapped and stabbed em' in the abdomen son,crashed in his pad, searched his a** for some cash and a gun,told his a** to just run or ya' a** is just done,better dash before this gat start having some fun He dashed quickly like a chick offering a** for quickie,swiftly switched acts and to add the task was mad tricky Grabbin' greens,Snatching ya spleen,splatter patterns on the patch of ya jeans,smashing a track with ease [Verse 2: Anthemic] It's the spoken word villain,mad trill and I'm dealing,d** to Bob Dylan baking cupcakes with no filling And so wack that I got my dick stuck in the ceiling,instructions weren't clear enough,the fan blades stopped spinning Dumping the Gatorade so you know who's winning,I drown in the liquid,suffering from a pill addiction Listening to relapse while snorting Xanax pills and,crushing coke powder til I can't feel my feelings Morally I should be known as the anthrax k**er,I took her dead body and filled her innards with scissors Then dumped it in the schools pool full of my victims gizzards,they never knew what hit them 'til they feel a sudden Shiver,then I yank they spine out so they can't help but quiver,i use them as ski poles in the middle of the winter Tell me J.Cole who is the real born sinner?Cruising to the gates of Hades in an all black bimmer n***a [Verse 3: brain dED] Tell me to see no evil I must have a 20/20 vision,of every dissipating sin I wished for and blissfully committed This sh** isn't finished, start the f** over you dumb a**, grab and pump a shotgun fast Pop these f**ers with pure hate, f** a tour date I'm staying local but still going loco like EL Chapo overloading on dro, Coke,and dope, a f**ing lunatico who would take two inched tooth picks and insert them in his toes to play soccer with The co*k blocking needs to stop b**h before I become a dick and f** you up with my co*kiness, I'm a raunchy prick whose got Rocket launchers to BOMBard retards to carnage with a hostile son of a b**h who just loves d** and guns Making the muck rakers run a muck, constantly living blind, deaf and dumb but never stumped like some c*nts And this young gun of Wasted Youth will stay drunk best say that to Laron son, been lost in this f**ing translation Ever since I cut off my f**ing tongue... fu*k!