I Sour Dollar Spit

slaughterhouse

What if my, gun and I, sing you a lullaby
Nullify your skull in 5 seconds by putting a slug inside
Run and hide, I’m on some money goon shit
Married to the streets, honeymoon shit, yeah, fuck a bride
I’m ’bout to go Van Gogh and I have to reach
For slavery guns, that mean I draw a masterpiece
I spit darts quick as a spliff sparks
Writtens’ll kick start, split you in six parts
Which part of “I’m the shit and you a skid mark” did you not get?

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