Lyrics

I've never seen anything like
Seems to like you
It's got the characteristics of a symbiote
My set trouble
We spit it acidic
Ya flesh bubbles
The Crimes be
So organized
The feds huddle
Tryna rise like yeast
Until my bread double
Everything alive's deceased,
Who you said love you?
Uh
No patience
For fiends
Who cocaine is
Not sold, but
Put up they nose
Like Flonase is
Ya hustle is rusty
You must be
Using old razors
Pistols with no lasers
They loaded for known haters
I'll leave ya man broken in half
The can smokin and that's for a stack
I call that the grand opening
Blak Slime
This shit venomous
You want dough
For a show
Knowing ya shit desolate
I'm the better fit
38 44
And 357
That be my measurements
Like adrenaline in human form
I been teaching these cowards
Everyday a new student's born
You like used clothes bro, cuz you've been warned
You survive a run in with me,
It won't improve your form
Not for sparring
I'm for scarring
The steal peel
He gotta heal
Like he's lauryn
Life be boring
When you on bed rest
Fuckin lucky
We ain't painting his brains
All on his head rest
My hittas be lifting they iron like a bench press
I'll have your starting 5
And your bench pressed
Pussy
More drums than Amerie in one thing
That blak plague round
But I can kill em
With one swing
Every bullet my shooter shoots in ladders
And when he aiming it right at the group
It scatters
The ones who thinking that this shit cool
Get splattered
I know that **** pissed,
They removed his blatter
I don't hear you,
But won't excuse the chatter
This is Smifhouse,
We really Makin Moves that matter
Pussy
Written by: Edward Lee Peyton, Johnathan Robert Fournier
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