"Black Magic Freestyle" lyrics
Yo, pick my
Yeah, yeah, can you check can you chicky check check it?
Yo, yo
Yo, yo, yoie pick up my voice a little bit homie
Are you sure it's high?
It don't sound loud enough
I'll go Russian like this
[Verse one: SPM]
Welcome all to South Park oddesy, land of top notch properties
Get bust in your arteries
And getting no bodies apologies
It gotta be all the atrocities
Pause in the G philosophy
These three g's a week making me making me a weak [?]
Follow me, how did we master the first jack?
Bitch never getting her purse back
H-Towns where I'm doing my dirt at
Robbing you hoes on horse back
Most lack an average member
Blastin hollerin timber
At three I said "when me get bigger, can I be a ditch digger?"
Making em quiver when we deliver
[?]
Crack monsters buy me Benz and lobsters
A family lost us took them G prospers
But it gon cost us when them catch them kick door
But don't forget hoe, that's what I bang this shit for
Tip-toe, [?], and shooters tryna shoot us
Me who? the bullet Buddha the quicker trigger puller
In odd hours of the night we never sleepin, peepin for the peakaboo nobody taking me to school
We can do wonders, as brothers and unity
But you wanna shoot at me and ruin the community
Think I won't answer back, but he cancel that
Me comin blast [?] and blow your fucking ass in half
In a flash, the wraith of final judgement
We'll come and crash, that man do idle punk shit
I'll be the last to laugh, crawling in the after math
Turn to ashes, faster than this bastards flag
Mommy come quick, gun clips loaded
Devoted to Nina, and that bitch notice
That poet more than money hungry, quick never looking funny bunny
Get done by the jackrabbit, slapping bitches back handed
Gat landed, branded, me bad habits
Them haters can't stand it, when I squeeze me black magic
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, can you check can you chicky check check it?
Yo, yo
Yo, yo, yoie pick up my voice a little bit homie
Are you sure it's high?
It don't sound loud enough
I'll go Russian like this
[Verse one: SPM]
Welcome all to South Park oddesy, land of top notch properties
Get bust in your arteries
And getting no bodies apologies
It gotta be all the atrocities
Pause in the G philosophy
These three g's a week making me making me a weak [?]
Follow me, how did we master the first jack?
Bitch never getting her purse back
H-Towns where I'm doing my dirt at
Robbing you hoes on horse back
Most lack an average member
Blastin hollerin timber
At three I said "when me get bigger, can I be a ditch digger?"
Making em quiver when we deliver
[?]
Crack monsters buy me Benz and lobsters
A family lost us took them G prospers
But it gon cost us when them catch them kick door
But don't forget hoe, that's what I bang this shit for
Tip-toe, [?], and shooters tryna shoot us
Me who? the bullet Buddha the quicker trigger puller
In odd hours of the night we never sleepin, peepin for the peakaboo nobody taking me to school
We can do wonders, as brothers and unity
But you wanna shoot at me and ruin the community
Think I won't answer back, but he cancel that
Me comin blast [?] and blow your fucking ass in half
In a flash, the wraith of final judgement
We'll come and crash, that man do idle punk shit
I'll be the last to laugh, crawling in the after math
Turn to ashes, faster than this bastards flag
Mommy come quick, gun clips loaded
Devoted to Nina, and that bitch notice
That poet more than money hungry, quick never looking funny bunny
Get done by the jackrabbit, slapping bitches back handed
Gat landed, branded, me bad habits
Them haters can't stand it, when I squeeze me black magic
Yeah
