"Congratulations, You Lose" lyrics
Gangrene (The Alchemist & Oh No) Lyrics
Yeah yeah
Check me out
See what I got
Dick in my duffle got plenty style
Put this whole shit on my back and walk many miles
Place the doo doo on your face with a razor and spill the ketchup out
The only way I know how to send a message out
Slinging foot in my belly shoe and you stretched it out
Fuck you're doing
But love it that's a bad fit
Chewing a matchstick and send you on a bad trip
That's not a micro dose when it's time for me to recite I hold a microphone
Close to my throat right here
Draped in a robe like Isaac Hayes when he was black Moses
Flicking ashes smoking opposition packages in a massive dosage
I floated here on a magic carpet
Say my name on a record makes you automatic target
Now I gotta take out the garbage
Just getting started now it's time to make my impression felt
Getting fat need to add a notch on my Versace leather belt
Won't give a fuck I let my nuts hang
You fly low like a Dutch plane bust down [?] out the Mustang
Here's a shirt to wipe off the rust stain then continue busting
Speed in the foreign neosporin to make the cuts sting
Yeah, the flood ain't fair
Ain't no animals safe here
The archer park you dead in the water, your archers stay there
That beast that you thought that was in you, I see it been dead
You can't awake it, the cousin is sleeping, stone like a big head
Cruise through the ruins, the attitude is, fuck what you doing
I could mousetrap, I'm stupid trying to get a shoe in
'Cause there's no vacancy for y'all to move in
Y'all know the motto, keep it moving over shoulder movement
Ole Xander Usset, so we slapping new shit
Going past abuses, beat down the eardrums and no exclusives
Checking for your acoustics
Sound like a rocket from the T-minus lift up
When the high comes down, I use your beard like a fucking swivel
Now you the made man, I let you clean the scene
Not a barber, but I'll give you them fades, nah mean?
The mad doctor is the occupation
I pull the ribs out of the chest improper like a game of operation
We make coaches out of samples from the surgery
Don't make me deactivate all your circuitry
I don't work for you nigga, you work for me
Get it right
No. Xander, who that man think with? Shut up, ugly motherfucker
Check me out
See what I got
Dick in my duffle got plenty style
Put this whole shit on my back and walk many miles
Place the doo doo on your face with a razor and spill the ketchup out
The only way I know how to send a message out
Slinging foot in my belly shoe and you stretched it out
Fuck you're doing
But love it that's a bad fit
Chewing a matchstick and send you on a bad trip
That's not a micro dose when it's time for me to recite I hold a microphone
Close to my throat right here
Draped in a robe like Isaac Hayes when he was black Moses
Flicking ashes smoking opposition packages in a massive dosage
I floated here on a magic carpet
Say my name on a record makes you automatic target
Now I gotta take out the garbage
Just getting started now it's time to make my impression felt
Getting fat need to add a notch on my Versace leather belt
Won't give a fuck I let my nuts hang
You fly low like a Dutch plane bust down [?] out the Mustang
Here's a shirt to wipe off the rust stain then continue busting
Speed in the foreign neosporin to make the cuts sting
Yeah, the flood ain't fair
Ain't no animals safe here
The archer park you dead in the water, your archers stay there
That beast that you thought that was in you, I see it been dead
You can't awake it, the cousin is sleeping, stone like a big head
Cruise through the ruins, the attitude is, fuck what you doing
I could mousetrap, I'm stupid trying to get a shoe in
'Cause there's no vacancy for y'all to move in
Y'all know the motto, keep it moving over shoulder movement
Ole Xander Usset, so we slapping new shit
Going past abuses, beat down the eardrums and no exclusives
Checking for your acoustics
Sound like a rocket from the T-minus lift up
When the high comes down, I use your beard like a fucking swivel
Now you the made man, I let you clean the scene
Not a barber, but I'll give you them fades, nah mean?
The mad doctor is the occupation
I pull the ribs out of the chest improper like a game of operation
We make coaches out of samples from the surgery
Don't make me deactivate all your circuitry
I don't work for you nigga, you work for me
Get it right
No. Xander, who that man think with? Shut up, ugly motherfucker
