Текст песни 2468 - rottenlungz

Two, four, six, eight woods now I'm chilling
Blade do a flip, eyes red like a villain
Azmatic what I rep, no I never had to fill in
Pussy boys need to reflect, why they always trying to fit in
If you want it come and get it, you can meet me in the woods
LR-three hundred domed them, even took the canned goods
Knife in my sock, blood on the hooves
Glock hit your top, I do it just because

Mother fuck the reason
Riding all four seasons
Till the wheels fall
Los looking for the meaning

Off them when it's treason
Leave them in a parked demon
Bullets fly and hit your top
Lungs itch, I squeeze

Now he gone with the breeze
Azmatic on the tee
Kush in my blunt
Mud up to my knees
Now he gone with the breeze
Azmatic on the tee
Kush in my blunt
Mud up to my knees

Riding sliding, why you hiding
Bitch boy get back just stay silent
Fuck your slang, I speak my own dialect
For your own sake don't make me get violent

Don't make me get violent
At ya funeral playing violins