T3 - Yawl lyrics

[Elzhi] You're dealing with a boss Just as pure as the blood spilling from the cross For the children who are lost Refusing to kneel? You won't need a pairs of shoes with the heels Just a chair to move with the wheels Born in the belly with the bullets in the brain Leave a body cold, but keep a head warm like it's worn with a skully El is legendary letterin', let the listeners legally list the lethal, meeting longevity leveling Now take it in blood, the shake of the slug Throw you on a respirator then I'm yanking the plug Rank in the bulb, it's none other than The number one bubbling Even in the day the sun's under him My L's is fake, my car is a rental I push weight like it's on opposite ends with the bar in the middle Scarring your tissue, worst than a burst from a targeted missle The verse starts at the margin from the mark of a pencil That ends with a banger That probably should spin in a chamber And shoot a citizen with sense of the danger to do it We look broke then it's back to sinning Cook coke and apprehending, you're broke, won't have a happy ending