"Slush" lyrics
Is it real or Reel Life? I don't know no more
Sellin' pussy but don't wanna act like a hoe no more
I'm the last samurai with the sword
When they see me in the flesh, they be like oh lord
Oh my god, my style strike 'em down dead
Guillotine, I'm known for choppin' off heads
So, so, so many bitch ass niggas
Grab the microphone but they not makin' major figures
So many wack bitches grab the mic but they not hot
You better off twerkin' in the club sellin' WAP
Because this microphone is mine and you musta forgot
Don't get too close because ya might get shot
Diabolical in all of my molecules
Rap holocaust, black Hitler
Toss a molotov at your range rover, game's over
This the flamethrower
My heart too cold like [?] slush to change over
I rock on this beat like 'caine and bakin' soda
And I was your highness way before I became sober
Are you dope or sell dope, I don't know no more
If you snitched on the gang, no, you not my bro no more
You done some hoe shit, don't think you not a hoe no more
Your arms too short to box with God, we can't go toe-to-toe
Go slow, hoe, you movin' too fast
Twerk around me, this dick'll pop you in yo ass
I get money, money I got
You say your Tesla won't start, well I'm not shocked
Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is
You stole my style, oh what a little thief you is
Crumb snatchin', bust your egg head, now you're hatchin'
It's John Lennon all over again, reimagined
The Beetlejuice, the Beetlejuice, the Beetlejuice
I cut your DJ up, he let the needle loose
The U-N-H-O-L-Y and now the evil's loose
They all heard about it, don't need to see the proof
Are you kiddin' me or shittin' me, I know you fuckin' lyin'
If everybody's sellin' dope, who the fuck be buyin'
'Cause we're all stars in the dope show tryin'
If you ain't a big baby, why you always cryin'
Change your shitty diaper to the rats, I'm the Pied Piper
Up on the roof, like the neighbourhood sniper
Young niggas got it wrong, I don't hate you
It's not what you're doin', it's what ya gon' do
Weapon in my hand like a shogun, time waits for no man
Niggas don't plan to fail, they fail to plan
Back to the bidness, Jehovah, no, I don't need a witness
I don't even really need to [?] that nobody know I did this
Murder for hire, drug supplier
Do just about anything for the money, but I won't wear a wire
I won't, take the stand and raise my right hand on my mans
Money over bitches, murder over bands
Sellin' pussy but don't wanna act like a hoe no more
I'm the last samurai with the sword
When they see me in the flesh, they be like oh lord
Oh my god, my style strike 'em down dead
Guillotine, I'm known for choppin' off heads
So, so, so many bitch ass niggas
Grab the microphone but they not makin' major figures
So many wack bitches grab the mic but they not hot
You better off twerkin' in the club sellin' WAP
Because this microphone is mine and you musta forgot
Don't get too close because ya might get shot
Diabolical in all of my molecules
Rap holocaust, black Hitler
Toss a molotov at your range rover, game's over
This the flamethrower
My heart too cold like [?] slush to change over
I rock on this beat like 'caine and bakin' soda
And I was your highness way before I became sober
Are you dope or sell dope, I don't know no more
If you snitched on the gang, no, you not my bro no more
You done some hoe shit, don't think you not a hoe no more
Your arms too short to box with God, we can't go toe-to-toe
Go slow, hoe, you movin' too fast
Twerk around me, this dick'll pop you in yo ass
I get money, money I got
You say your Tesla won't start, well I'm not shocked
Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is
You stole my style, oh what a little thief you is
Crumb snatchin', bust your egg head, now you're hatchin'
It's John Lennon all over again, reimagined
The Beetlejuice, the Beetlejuice, the Beetlejuice
I cut your DJ up, he let the needle loose
The U-N-H-O-L-Y and now the evil's loose
They all heard about it, don't need to see the proof
Are you kiddin' me or shittin' me, I know you fuckin' lyin'
If everybody's sellin' dope, who the fuck be buyin'
'Cause we're all stars in the dope show tryin'
If you ain't a big baby, why you always cryin'
Change your shitty diaper to the rats, I'm the Pied Piper
Up on the roof, like the neighbourhood sniper
Young niggas got it wrong, I don't hate you
It's not what you're doin', it's what ya gon' do
Weapon in my hand like a shogun, time waits for no man
Niggas don't plan to fail, they fail to plan
Back to the bidness, Jehovah, no, I don't need a witness
I don't even really need to [?] that nobody know I did this
Murder for hire, drug supplier
Do just about anything for the money, but I won't wear a wire
I won't, take the stand and raise my right hand on my mans
Money over bitches, murder over bands
