RIP Smoke

The record sure as shit ain’t round because I’m cuttin corners Homage to the trail breakers and mad ups to the coroners Scythie be takin lifies with a one swipe deal Sharpened steel and a heightened sense of it all that is real Half ya wack acts just out to cop a feel Cool I’m used to seeing hyena drop drool thinking what they seein be a meal And not to be rude now Not to tie you animals up like balloons FOUL I ain’t ya pay pal Awe lil buddy keep ya chin up You just don’t have enough of right stuff To fuck with a reaper nuts Ya just bust dust Breath smell like booty hole crust Guts full of Mountain Dew and Doritos Cheesy lame brain with knee pain Nothing fucking fancy about that Now get back in the bucket mustard tiger I gotta a fire to light you got diabetes to fight Raps tight like ya chest on a hike Scythe Life Proper Dropping shit you can see on the Doppler You flip a quick flop shit a yield will stop ya Spun right round like a rotor rocket launcher on ya helicopter They just lying saying you brave talk a doctor Fury fucking rip smoke Damn Abcan magician sick of fishin with lames With pubes on they face I’m heading deep ocean no body no trace Spirit world a place you about to really embrace Pop ya neck with a sickle thick old blood trickle down Whipple charged posi track raps puttin power down