Mush Mouf - Spillage Village, J.I.D, EarthGang

Yeah, as you been whippin' that benz uh

Ye ain’t' taking that shit nigga so make amends

I been that nigga, you can’t touch me

Set hut, nigga touch down

Get your fucking face out the mud now, uh

I’m feeling so i-goddamn-relevent

You don’t know me dog, I’m a loner, I’m a loner

But I know your type, you the solo type

Get shook up fast, explode

But left flat

And I already know, yous a killa, a hustla, true religion customs

Nigga came from nothing

Blah, Blah, Blah

You’s a fuckin' busta

Bust in your crib and take everything but the mustard

And a roll of tissue, nigga ain’t' gonna bullshit you dog

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

25 bitches on my dick like it’s Christmas

Oh shit, what is this?

Give it to you raw, what the privilege

You ain’t' got to take it serious, you inferior pawn, nigga

With robotic arms, follow along

And we’ve seen it all before

I’ve seen who dreams deflate

Seven feet, sell and wait

On the block like she daring the paint

Going hard with the eight in ball, call it the same thing

Nah, thats a different world

We just, we just in a jungle

Lions, Orangutans, and the Bangabangs

I’m just getting the hang of things

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Didn’t have a pot to piss in

I pissed in the parking lot

Put my dick in the tightest twat

Leave a victim in God’s garage

The definitive intersection where heaven and hell collide

Purgatory, not a story

This really where I reside

So you better just pay your tithes

Better just prey that I don’t develop a taste for flesh with engage and my

appetite

Sorry Mrs. Parker, but your baby boys a mutant

And he belongs in the sewer with Turanga Leela folk

Put this poison in his system now he wouldn’t even know

And then they tried to prick my skin, and then the fucking heater broke

So now I’m a Chupacabara fuckin' wildebeests at every show

Feel the need to lose control

Feel that neep off in my soul

Dump that dick off, dome that hoe

Feel like Hoperounds in the fold before he had that single that just fucking

killed the radio

Now niggas hustle 'ustle just to try and fuck a hust of fo'

I’m that dreamy bohemian, still I get them out their clothes

Got em' screamin' and screamin' whenever I provide the stroke

And I be scheming with DJ and selling these just to get this dough

Rest in peace my nigga Dro, rest in peace that Allan watch

Hit the East like every week and then run up the mountain side

Who’s that peeping in my window?

Shut the fuck up, close the blinds

«He's a genius!

He’s a genius!»

But I don’t believe these guys

All these demons in my skull, every time I close my eyes

I can keep it in prospective, you won’t keep me in your life

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Spitting bottles rippin' by the ceiling fan

Drifting out is so appealing when you drowning for the millions

Put myself together with the beat piece by piece

Hit the bank, real sheik and hand me all my loose leaf