paroles de chanson Dinner At the Casino - P-Tree

Let me get it straight
That I don't normally carry the eight
But when I've warned you
And you still betray
Ignored me then
I'm squaring the barrel
With your narrow little rat face
I'm tearing your weight in half
Like you're on the raft
From castaway
With weapons I only have to raise
When I'm casting pain
I plan to make your last
Wasted gas
Given to your vacuous brain
Every time you breathe
I want to hack you to grains
Like broken glass
Before I act
I got some facts that need saying
You thought you had an image
I ripped it
I saw you coming stripped it
You thought you got my gift
You're all simple yet vindictive
Would've fought like any of you
Lost if it came down to it
Boss you around is more likely
After giving a sound check
Crack your neck
Break your back
Your last combative effect
I turn a casual flick of my wrist
You drop dead for all that you did
Not just recording evil thoughts to be read
This phrase is looking forward to being said
Fuck you

Sit the fuck down
Get to stomping man into the pavement
I need payment
Do him heinous
He pussy he dirty and stanking
Throwing rank
But when he see me
He's shook pussy shaking
In the backseat
Won't even speak
Cause he know if he step
I'll leave him brainless
So tell him shut your fucking mouth when you're talking to me
Got an idea don't give a fuck
Don't say it through them teeth
Or I'm breaking them
You a chip off my sleeve
The way I'm getting money really filthy
I'm a real hustler little bitch
You fumble the re up and want to negotiate
You are fucking weak
You're nappy and simple minded
A joke in these streets
Little boy I could leave you breathless
Just to send a message
But I'm chilling G
Oh I've seen some profits
Lots of objects for numbers
That we ain't talking ominous
Being cautious got options
For how I off you
Plenty demons and marksman
Come and fuck with a spartan
We are Gods walking amongst some men
Pussy boy you are harmless to me