Songtext Opinions may vary Dilated Peoples

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Aye, yo, pardon my french
Fuck anybody and I fuck 'em with this
Start up the disc, a suicide, cut up yo wrist
Like a cheap watch, we spot something like this
Local dimebags from dirty nickle dimes licks
Dice shook with shady hands, walk in with that wrists
Did em with feces, go examine that shit
Like man you were sick, but you were not as sick as a nitch
These niggas not even chorus but dyin' to get rich
Well lot will they click, G6 to survive in this bitch
To fight with they chick, the same time deny they a snitch
Then lyin' is big, but ain't nobody buyin' that shit
They just waitin' for finer drivin' and when they down in they whip
Decline what they do, the powells gon' fly when they hit
Defy gravity, stupid conductive from the script
Y'all mad at me, and nothing y'all can do from the book
It's all strategy, you need a vacation or trip

Fuck y'all doin'?
It's only right that I address this

Existentialist in my temple
I shift the world without yo sketch force
I sketch the masterpiece with a pencil
As I led fire, sink that black, crispy outlined
UFO, sanctioned aliens is how the head flies with my red eyes
Heavy squittin' just to let light in
Learn the handshake, step right in
HEF, DEA wanna check my pit
It could stick a fiend bought and jumpstart adrenaline
The minimum is a spark, backyard like a national park
Animal sightings, heavy lightings but the flashes are dark
Everyone's an expert until the classes start
Askin' who the best is then watch the clashes start
I smack animated stones at yo head
With the Shock Kazula, Sun Tzu, strategy, one two
Boom, pif, rescue the princess and jump the broomstick
Lunatic on that dark side of the moon shit

Fuck y'all doin'?
It's only right that I address this