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[chorus]
talk slick and get your neck slit quick
every time i turn around a body gettin’ drug out
talk slick and get your neck slit quick
every time i turn around a body gettin’ drug out
talk slick and get your neck slit quick
every time i turn around a body gettin’ drug out
i hear you mothaf-ckers talkin’ bout it, but i stay seein’ bodies with the motherf-cking chalk around it

[verse 1]
chalk line with a mothaf-cka glock nine
nineteen b-tches missin’, i think you’re under mine
underside the carriage, i think you’ve lost your mind
tape it the floor where they won’t see the the underline
r.h.p. the other side, with fur coats
stupid b-tches, they idolizin’ them false hopes
dumb c-nt, there ain’t n-body up there
bob ross with black clouds and fro’d hair
euphoric feelin’, with drugy bodies, they gettin’ scared
what’s my condition, not knowin’, i guess i’ll rip and tear
rip out my heart, right from the start, i’m light as air
i’m floatin’ by ya, emotions gloatin’, your body’s bare
ya think i’m jokin’, but i’m chokin’ on your f-ckin stare
outside when you start bleedin’, your blood will start to catch a glare
and everybody’s lookin’, the light reflecting, don’t hear a sound
that’s what you f-ckin’ get for slick talkin’ right in the ground

[verse 2]
microwave my foes when they comin for me, bone to bone
grab the gl-ss table, and smash it on em, like stubbin’ toes
stubborn hoes, and burnin’ bodies, i’m crematin’
broken bones, stop limpin’ on me and my creation
don’t give a f-ck
they turnin thotties, where’s zillakami needa fire blast them b-tches, just like some green wasabi
they burnin’ up, need body bags, they leanin’ on me
walk away
then crop a fade
let choppas spray
cop a chain
then pop a vein
i’m dyin mayne
where’s whitney, it’s h-town, and texas strong
she’s in the tub, she’s p-ssed out with limpin’ arms
i think she’s dead, she’s faced down with open scars
the waters red, i’m screamin’ for her, got no response
don’t keep your mouth open
got flies chokin’
need breath mints
you talk sh-t and you think you’re f-ckin ‘slick
but it ain’t gettin by me, so best be actin sick b-tch

[verse 3]
p-ssy mothaf-ckas always askin’ for zips
i grab the glock, and point the barrel straight right at ya tip
the masks off, this ain’t hendrix, but i’m rocking like jim
i grab the strap, and raise the bar, like i’m flexin’ at gyms, ugh
so insane, got my pockets goin’ up in flames
burnin’ through this cash like moneybags in kerosene
always been the same, labels askin’ for them plays
i don’t give a f-ck, this industry’s runnin’ through my veins
i’m so inflicted, i’m convicted by the use drugs
throw me into prison, they throwin’ up like jitter bugs
it ain’t it puke, but they’re tossin’ up their f-ckin’ hands
drag me through the mud, just hope they don’t find contraband
it’s in my blood, but it’s nun’ like my name is stan
follow in my footsteps, you will carry the man
grag ya to the ground for talkin’ slick sh-t
but i don’t give a f-ck, so b-tch leave me a tip, ugh

- moltted

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