Poison Pen - Lumber lyrics

[Intro: Female Speaker and Poison Pen] [Female Speaker] Poison Pen single on Brick Records [Poison Pen] Yo. It's that Poison Pen sh**. My cornerstanders, yo. For the cats who wanna play the wolf. Don't dance to this, n***a. Don't dance to this. You stupid? Ha. You standing, we lumber to this. We back and forth, yo. Just nod your head one time, what? Yo [Verse 1: Poison Pen] Y'all n***as is third string. Know I wear wife beater I'm engaged to the game and our music is the word life cheaters Baby boy, you still like fetus. Dead you like stillborn Fresh out this p**y, so my dick's still warm My hatred bubbles up and gets five faces Bop to my own calibration Brother, my palm's salivating Throw you ‘til you lose your equilibrium, b**h We starting off face to face, jaw to jaw But you don't want eye contact. [?] n***as is rhyming to the floor ‘Cause they knew they was wack. Word I bounce your walls on the floor, snatching [bones and jacks?] [Duff?] you with a star tactic, call it “Phone Tag” You dying for no reason, sloppy kamikaze You know how we does it, cousin You think there's love in these dungeons? You might end up bludgeoned Yo, let me tell you something Return that Bentley before 12 before it turn back into a pumpkin I rhyme into a sea shell, throw it in the ocean That's how I get my overseas hip hop devotion Down low ‘cause you internet vultures I punched through wall and accidentally made a sculpture Poison Pen, Bed Stuy, live, die, breathe the sick Strongholder [Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Poison Pen] (x4) Yo, I told you, you, you, and all of you in the back and in the middle and the front [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Breez Evahflowin'] You wanna rhyme? Word? You get paid? You wanna battle? Word? You get slayed Peep the diff. Molotov co*k in your b**h mouth You ran to record stores with bats and still ain't knock a hit out You on a track? Word, you spit? You wanna front? Yeah, that's the sh** That lets the whole world know that you on this dick We rolling through the clubs within stones and sticks [Verse 2: Poison Pen] Yo, I'm like “What the f** y'all queers got?” I [pop name?] and make sure the n***as I don't like is within earshot [Eight in a bed, it ain't abusing?] Here to come and get at 90 percent of brain that you ain't using When I stash sh**, I put it in my cab When Brooklyn's in the house All y'all n***as need to roll out Tape stop on [?] from sentinels She's moving snake like I'm petrified—the mind loses Ha! Your brain deaf from Tron music That's why it's so hard for you to sit down and come and compute this My piss test is cleaner than a whistle Don't blame sh** on being lit—y'all mean it when I hit you You land somewhere in Venus after I lift you Perform on time—don't need no head start Yo, this fly, fat n***a making a fashion statement out of stretch mark Y'all generic—that's the best part Yo, we don't walk—we lumber Take our path to street like a Hummer Spit hot like I swallowed the summer n***a, what that Pen be like is Stronghold type Y'all like sausages Full of sh**, you so much of a b**h Sporty Thievz wouldn't answer yo sh** L.I.F.E. Long told you when Stronghold 13, they say we scared to fuss Word up, it's like that [Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Poison Pen] (x4) Yo, I told you, you, you, and all of you in the back and in the middle and the front [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Breez Evahflowin'] You wanna rhyme? Word? You get paid? You wanna battle? Word? You get slayed Peep the diff. Molotov co*k in your b**h mouth You ran to record stores with bats and still ain't knock a hit out You on a track? Word, you spit? You wanna front? Yeah, that's the sh** That lets the whole world know that you on this dick We rolling through the clubs within stones and sticks