The Art of Death (feat. Killah Moohn)

Im kept alive, with the ease through my soul

I kept tryin, to find the right peace at home

This beats my own, the girls seem to get me

Reread the tone,fly zone from here to whitney

First hour after math and im already depleted

Girls doing thirst traps in the hall gettin deleted

They reread it and see it go and rerepeat it

How bout you give me a handjob for my better well being

I knocked up a few women, to abandond the child

They only reason is they turn from hot to mild

After birth

The laughter bursts

Havin a laugh at the dick with a massive curve

Couldnt help but rap about it first

But nobody beatin what im best at too

The only pussy ive seen is off my sex tattoo

Next issue

Bad Breath? you need a mint dude

But not any modern brands you need the discontinued

You need gum that already been chewed

Then sum spaghetti in your system cuz this fatty need food too

Oh no your fat and overweight well boo hoo

Kids in africa would die just for some of that boob ooze

Heads or tails you lose

Im the teacher but you better adress me as the guru

Hey son, i came back with the milk

Like the atlantic trade i came back in silk

Ive had it with Wilke

He always rantin at the back of my head

He talkin bout shootin lincoln like i aint heard what he said

But not a me problem, i stay on my own path

Im not lookin straight, im on the phone then whack!

Ive done been clotheslined by a tree branch

My hoes fine, they mine when they see my g band

See man, i hopin these girls tryna lick my semen up

Sip it out of a seamans cup, treat my dick or your gettin beaten up

Pour my nut in your coffee, you got creamer take my sweetner

Its my day to day the way im feeding her

Margaritas on the beachside, shrimp on the rim

Hard to see the bad side of this 5 star ship im in

Driving in a nice ass whip

Brights on aiming by passed the cars on the strip

What a ride for the longest trip

The bars right outside the crib

Drinks on me tonight im buying

Money provided by the hoes i pimp

I was at peace tho, chilling with a preroll

Thinkin bout how to see gold

When you know you have to see goals

Through

Illegitimate unless you got the legal proof

I make cream like seagull poo

I pop in like the taxman goin peek a boo

These viruses on my computer fryin up my cpu

Fuck me? who you speakin too

Talk to me like that again ill have you preachin dude

Not really im slim like your thin layer of skin

My shit thick like latina women, thats my sin

In my upper lip is a citrus zyn

Starin at the asses that im showin interest in

Im swear im witnessin a future commited sin

My dick so curved im switchin positionin

These bitches wanna copy thanks for listenin

But thats just me though

These hoes wanna deepthroat any time just let me know

Im not really spittin, these lips chapped

Hiding from the killer and he hear that twig snap

Im like fuck, i slip past, zip off and dip fast

Runnin like i gotta shit and then i get kidnapped

Dryin up my uterus got them lips cracked