B.C.M.T.F.O. - The Doppelgangaz

EP:

Gangaz training with stealth cloths

All black, word to my health goths

Looking svelt, we never felt troths

Up in the Bible Belt, you get dealt with

Survivalist, been through hell with all the libelist

Black Cloak Lifestyle, it’s a revival kehd

Shit, living foul amongst a pile of bricks

Shave with a rusty schick, all my chicks

Who with the three-way?

she flipped the script

Let the crew hit, the DVDA

Peep the replay, treat the lice with a turpentine

No dice, pulling a heist rocking sherpa-lined

Shirt designs, angel shot with a squirt of lime

(** I was just trying to flirt, what the fuck**)

Up in the six, had a canuck call me a cuck

A ganga stuck, fell on bad luck

She don’t use LOL and it means Lucifer our lord

Love to plant crucifers, used to boost and fraud, applaud

Black Cloak Me the Fck out

Gangas had to go left, took another route

Black Cloak Me the Fck out

Shit, in due time baby no doubt

Black Cloak Me the Fck out

Climb a gang of pain with the style

Black Cloak Me the Fck out

Black Cloak Me the Fck out

MovF:

You know a gangaz name

It should be tatted where ya Ma’s boob is

Its either that that or on the mons pubis

Shorty blessed the stiffy

By over where the jiffy lube is

Dawg, we jackel headed like the god Anubis

Large hubris, something like «the barber» Brutus

When he’s holding his shears

Confidence developed over some years

Of having cloaks envelop older gear

He wear it till the mold appear

Swear a Ganga never rolled a tear

He rather play it by ear

Rarely asked advice, pay the price

For many nights he had to sacrifice

Drastic life

A bowl of pilaf with the plastic rice

Left a nigga gastric sliced, precise

Healed up, congealed up

They said it made no stanking sense

Like he was smoking spice dank incense

Deposits at the bank in cents

Made a monster like, doctor frankenstein

Rubbin shorties with the frankincense