FBI open up
I'm a bird and a alien, not homosapien
I'm avian, my plug Albanian, strapped like Iranians
Eighth of it times 2, I'm spinnin' round like I'm Tazmanian
Them vamps and wolves with me, think my youngins Transylvanian
I'm makin' hits like we was playin' Battleship
Don't come around my hood and take that as a travel tip
Speakin' ill omens on me, the shit that got his castle flipped
I rock the same disease that got all of them cattle killed
Paddle wack him like a mole or grab the bat and smash his molars
Act a ass, get matched in caskets
Brush the ash off of my shoulder
I'm ravagin' the pack, on pins and needles when I'm sober
Been straight to hell and back too many times to count, I'm over it
They think I'm anti christ, youngin I'm anti life
Smokin' dope and blowin' coke, I'm sniffin' up her panty line
Poppin' pills like balloons often till I'm immune
So I take a break and shake until my tolerance like new
Now I'm back at it
Keep a pipe on me somethin' just like a crack addict
Keep a knife on me, youngins know that I'm back stabbin'
Got a mic and Mac for rappin' but he wack at it
No job, I'm back trappin'
But really f*ck this shit
I'm in here buckin' shit, clutchin' a bucket list
Youngins hit if they run up it's stuck, uppin' not tuckin' it
He riskin' it for the biscuit that's on my muzzle tip
Sword on me like Guts gon' spill his, you hearin' his muscles rip
Raven - WACO SIEGE: DAY 51 Lyrics
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FBI open up
I'm a bird and a alien, not homosapien
I'm avian, my plug Albanian, strapped like Iranians
Eighth of it times 2, I'm spinnin' round like I'm Tazmanian
Them vamps and wolves with me, think my youngins Transylvanian
I'm makin' hits like we was playin' Battleship
Don't come around my hood and take that as a travel tip
Speakin' ill omens on me, the shit that got his castle flipped
I rock the same disease that got all of them cattle killed
Paddle wack him like a mole or grab the bat and smash his molars
Act a ass, get matched in caskets
Brush the ash off of my shoulder
I'm ravagin' the pack, on pins and needles when I'm sober
Been straight to hell and back too many times to count, I'm over it
They think I'm anti christ, youngin I'm anti life
Smokin' dope and blowin' coke, I'm sniffin' up her panty line
Poppin' pills like balloons often till I'm immune
So I take a break and shake until my tolerance like new
Now I'm back at it
Keep a pipe on me somethin' just like a crack addict
Keep a knife on me, youngins know that I'm back stabbin'
Got a mic and Mac for rappin' but he wack at it
No job, I'm back trappin'
But really f*ck this shit
I'm in here buckin' shit, clutchin' a bucket list
Youngins hit if they run up it's stuck, uppin' not tuckin' it
He riskin' it for the biscuit that's on my muzzle tip
Sword on me like Guts gon' spill his, you hearin' his muscles rip
I'm a bird and a alien, not homosapien
I'm avian, my plug Albanian, strapped like Iranians
Eighth of it times 2, I'm spinnin' round like I'm Tazmanian
Them vamps and wolves with me, think my youngins Transylvanian
I'm makin' hits like we was playin' Battleship
Don't come around my hood and take that as a travel tip
Speakin' ill omens on me, the shit that got his castle flipped
I rock the same disease that got all of them cattle killed
Paddle wack him like a mole or grab the bat and smash his molars
Act a ass, get matched in caskets
Brush the ash off of my shoulder
I'm ravagin' the pack, on pins and needles when I'm sober
Been straight to hell and back too many times to count, I'm over it
They think I'm anti christ, youngin I'm anti life
Smokin' dope and blowin' coke, I'm sniffin' up her panty line
Poppin' pills like balloons often till I'm immune
So I take a break and shake until my tolerance like new
Now I'm back at it
Keep a pipe on me somethin' just like a crack addict
Keep a knife on me, youngins know that I'm back stabbin'
Got a mic and Mac for rappin' but he wack at it
No job, I'm back trappin'
But really f*ck this shit
I'm in here buckin' shit, clutchin' a bucket list
Youngins hit if they run up it's stuck, uppin' not tuckin' it
He riskin' it for the biscuit that's on my muzzle tip
Sword on me like Guts gon' spill his, you hearin' his muscles rip
Writer: Sam Jernigan
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