This is a new release from Jamal F*ckin Killa's debut album, "The Procedure EP". Share and enjoy. Thanks to all the fans out there.
Lyrics:
I'm On that insane shit A lil bit Fucked up in the brain shit I'ma Worshipping Satanist Straight from the tre six Aight, Yo, My style be sick, hot and cold at the same time Like I need tussin, but I'm fine So dope I always be buzzin like my Queen Bee kind Kisses and hugs, ex's and hoes I don't need to cheat at the game like x's and o's Cuz I got the cheat codes, bro Ya'll know Cuz in this game there's only one thing I demand of you Don't get it twisted, like right foot on red and left hand on blue What would you rather bring to a party? A keg or a six pack? Well in your keg, I hope its light, cuz you're bitch fat I get smashed And vomit up a sick rap On the mic I'm a shooter, the way I mix tracks Dropping dope flavor like acid tabs My rhymes could make you trip ass If you like to sniff crack Chuck D homie, never forget that Yo Chuck, I think your shits whack You'll never get me to admit that So you can suck on my dick and sack Nothing but blood in this bath As I splurge and I splish splash Fuck robbing ya, you'll get ya whole crib snatched And sold on quibids with a little JFK pizzazz I'm the brightest and the dopest Like here's a bulb, now loc it I've been giving you blind fucks headaches Like read the top line and focus Yeah... Ya'll know... [Hook] Yeah, half a g of bacardi, lewi and gin I went to the party, and they just threw me in The muthafuckin Looney bin Faggot, be "GLAAD" that you never knew me then, I'm kicking in ya bloomers Got blood and shit on my pumas Better believe the rumors As soon as the tune is booming I'ma have you drooling From all of this buddah So much smoke its giving ya tumors But we don't give a fuck now, do us? (Fuck That) I'm the master of microphone maneuvers I grabbed a bitch by the hair and drug her out of hooters Bitch, I'll puke on ya cupons And poop on ya new thongs And just move on to leave my pubes on Ya tooth brush, I just can't do wrong I'm doing triple-c's til I feel like gumby And my words are fumbling My body is stumbling Into ya retarded sisters undies These pills are crunchy (Mmmm...) I go to treatment monthly With these smoke signals spelling out my words I'ma put it bluntly Lay my head in the cosmos and my feet up on the clouds And jump without a bungee Who that be? Chuck D I got my oxy 80's Up the crotch of ladies As they watch me bathing In scotch and HG My name's mentioned every time they talk of crazies I guess it's just because... [Hook]