Orakles - My Thoughts, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Women are money stanches
And emotional grabbers
I don't give a f*ck about a bitch
I don't give a f*ck about a snitch
All I care about is
Can I get out this bitch
No

Give me a hammer I breaking down the door
I'm claustrophobic like this little whore
Like a pimp
I got more
You want more
I got men run'n at your front door
There goes you wife
Your dog and your newborn
Me and my crew are hardcore
Already killed my landlord
Tired him to the bed
Took a sword
And stabbed him in his spinal cord
Shot him in the head
Now he lays dead
At the bottom of the shore
Cause We threw him overboard
Ok now I'm bored
Let's get to more killing
Machete wielding
Kneeling
Then I'm healing
Revealing
My true feeling
Then I'm peeling off
To my duplex
Who next
This ain't special effects
Pay your respect
F*cking your girl with that latex
Sorry for the disrespect
I couldn't access the internet
Cause I had a virus threat

I know why they call it underground
Cause we've been in the ground for so long
Not six feet but twelve feet deep
All because kids listen to these freaks
It annoys me to the level to where I can't speak
You took a zany mixed with Hennessy
Cool now sit the f*ck down and go to sleep
It's time for me to reap

F*ck the mumble rap
They act like their on crack
They talk like their wack
They need a good smack
I'm ready to attack
They about to get their ass clapped
When I pull up with the Mac
That will make their ass run back
Look'n like an alien for another planet
Gott'em run'n to shelter
But that ain't gonna help ya
When I pull out duh Mac
To shoot up your back
When you lack
Duh automac
Call my shit trash
Ain't no doubt
I may lash out
And blow your brains right out
No need to pout
Locked your mom inside
Burn the house down
Now she's burning alive
That's what she gets
For put'n a bee hive in my drive
Dive'n in my car
Missed it cause it's too far
Cant open this jar
Bout to go alha ahlok bar

Love a girl but she evaporates
Hold on I gotta masterbate
Relax it's just a tape
Geez everyone so sensitive now a days
Ever hear of humor
Probably not
Your the same dude getting blow jobs in
A garage thinking your hot
Same dude that's gonna get shot
Weather you like it or not
Mobbing is a fantasy
Like fantasy football
But instead of picking players
I'm picking players off
Ears ringing
No stop
On this trigger of my glock
No stop
On the words coming out my mouth
Get a job
You f*cking slobs
I dont Care about a top slot
Or a radio station
Play'n my job I'm a god
Bow down to me
Or try to go through me
I'll cause a suome