Swig Of The Stew

Swig Of The Stew

Another massive dose im sendin in
Hittin when i step back to the deck
Sidebets kick em in then raise up
Jet from the ivory its time for me
To see if i can graze the cut
Just a hint im shuttin down
Ya pistons youll have to listen
cause im clippin of the wack
Bracket shit thats soft so go
Back to the troft and put it
Back next to the smirnoff bottle
Where u found it from it sounds
Numb has no feel an organic
Synthesis did i mention this in
The last verse no i drive a fast
Hearse theyll have to catch the
Flow im snatchin a row of burnt
Corpses and hopin they lernt the
Forces that theyre up against the
Immense in this shit will a
Fist to the grill instill a fraction
Of common sense you would want
Providence to play a part but its
Obvious you have no heart im
Protruding a pro-tracker the
Proportion of a slacker is where i
Store
The shit give me ya cup whats ya
Flavor its juice taste it a swig of
The stew

Now that i have a deepdish spoon
Niggas be attackin get blackin
Eyes like racoons blew up like
Balloons busted rusted theyre
Getting thrusted with them
Screw drivers whos the livest
Me and i love it when the
Slug rubs another from a rusty
Life they couldnt cut it so i cut
em with my trusty knife
Skinned alive and when deprived
Of ones life one thinks twice
Three time a lady lionel couldnt
Pay or you to fade me cause
I be learnin shit makin
Ternikits for broken english
Im yokin the seamstress cause
Im sewin up shit. you know
I can rip, i rest with the
Hobos yo yos stay up no
Mayonnaise on the cut but i can
Bust it wit the mustard my
Spice is hot the radish
Adds this seasoning that creates
And make taste buds wanna make
Dubs
Of a swig of the stew

Box car 23 is my freight train
Im not strippin for the cock except
The diesel the weight gain i make pain
And
I take it cause im humble a dirty rat
A sturdy gat is the back up for the
Smack up easy for me to pack the
Knack
Up braggadocio rhymes im braggin
While
Im laggin saggin cause my jeans
Hafta
Be lean for the cuisine who dat! dick
Dasturdly could never master
Me drew raps after me comes me
Stop
Suction cupping you got nothing
Coming
But cum of burns hon. im doin it
For my niggas in the oak-land where
I plan my escape from traits of empty
Crates and busted grapes are not
Part of the gomay hey just an
Appetizer filet mignon but the song
Is the stew