Studio Freestyle 01

Uh, yeah
 Wussup wussup
 Aight
 New shit
 Uh, yeah, uh
 Who really tryna fuck with destiny
 Kitchen full of chefs without a recipe
 Kitchen full of knives and scattered weaponry
 Kitchen full of naps, ain't never sleeping up to slaughter motherfuckers in the evening
 Top of the morning
 Out there mourning with a casket full of coffee sprinkled over pure Colombian
 Catch a train and hope they don't go dumb again
 Catch a flame and watch 'em all go numb, amen
 The pastor do it, hail mary the gun again
 Uh
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 I am, the son of sin, the son of Sam iambic
 Then board the plane to Belgum for the lambic
 Board the plane to Pakistan for panic
 Pour the drain and pack it
 And the jewel case and the jacket
 Jack a tax refund and smack it
 With a barcode on a bitch throat
 Go hard though on a bitch though
 When a bitch go where a bitch go
 Where the bitches at? Where the dicks go?
 Where the Ralo? Where the new teck
 Where that mil leg? you don't shoot yet
 But do better, leave your crew wet
 Make a grown ass motherfucker two step
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 Uh
 Steppin' out on everything
 Step up, step up, step on over the the fuckin' rang
 Get your weight up, wait a minute, motherfucker sing
 Canary yellow diamonds redefine the kind of bling
 Every time it come around you say to kill them all
 Kill the noise, kill the beat, assassinate a bar
 Barbarian, no hesitation fuck it lay 'em all
 Down for the night, tell 'em the sandman said "Suck it right"
 Fuck your dream of like a-
 Aha, yeah, get that new album