Silvaski [MIND-DUMP](6-4-15 & 6-7-15)

Tekst piosenki

Nigga, I roll up in my ride, up to ya fucking boys
Touch that trigger and be shot down in cold blood and die while in your hands you got them fucking toys
The bass will cause some fucking redundant noise
Extract blood like I suck a Poise
Blast guns like I spotted a buck, oh fuck, boy
Fast, run, that would be a lucky choice

Heh, this rap money distributed out of nowhere like dandruff
Out of the blue like the clothing of them fucking pigs that put you in damn rough handcuffs
Nigga, I put a round inta ya, this shit like India
The lowest social class, motherfucker, you can’t touch
The irony of that line, nigga, you think I give a damn fuck?
When I mindlessly earning these figures and got my dick in a danca’?
Time is the- currency of the rap game
Curiously, courtesy is an aspect that I lack, mayne
Niggas, a repartee is going to be enacted if you be talking trash-slang on my rap name
This trigger gun be contracted if you be walking down my back-lane

Dog, yo grimey ass about to break down
As I serve you with with a foreign element, Chinese take-out
Your hiney is fake, how-
Late now are you going to be to shake a crowd

*This would have been approximately twice as long if I hadn’t discarded the paper I wrote the rest of this onto*

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