Oxy Cotten

OFF the top off da head  my dome like a chrome pistola 
 I shoot to win since i was just  a little kid  been KILLIN EM  
track after track leavin em dead 
i  love  the fans   i ll do whatever i can
when im in the booth   im always goin ham 
 here to stay not just a fad im a name brand
attack the microphone  like  a madman 
  flows dont go out of style   thats a fact 
 my  blue  agave  juice produce  em never tastin  bland  
wont spoil  ,expire n dont  never go bad  
like i said  og seasoned veteran 
keep  pen n paper  always in hand  
rhyme after rhyme tryin ta cop a 100 grand/
give or take this  is all that i am  
white bread  best   thing since peanut butter and jam  
  shake more  asst hen the backseat  of a sun tran bus   
yup yup  im bout to combust  guess u tight  syke -  ya  pipes  are  full of rust 
not on my level sounds like u   coughin  up    dust 
when i  awake blunts and coffee is a must
early as fuck   get up n  piss in the  neighbors  off cuz 
bumpin up n down the block  sock fulla rock push the woofers in my truck 
 SMOKe  MY CIGARETTE  NO    if ands or  buts  
only trust my instinct feeling in my guts
 no matter  what  no i  will never   trust 
 nobody   no  one  not even  just once 
cuz everybodys   bound to fuck   shit  up  
 like it or not     still here  aint never been fucked 
never  got  caught  up in da game  never got stuck 
straight up cuz if  they fakin the funk 
 ima toss yu in the back of the trunk i chill n
smoke about a  pound up   o f  this    skunk  
no doubt  puffin loud  n  suckin on a
 blunt   unTIL  i feel  its  time to   wake    you up
 now  we both  trippin disoriented  as fuk  so what
ill be still talkin shit !   hey   
come at me  watch  this  left hook  make you my bitch 
you a buzzkill bitch im tryna stay lit  
fist  keep  a  tight grip on this  bottle that i sip 
im making hits im  at trigger happy chick   
shoot  straight from the lip  im well equipped    locked n loaded 
 full clip   im  dangerous   a   couple shots and  its 
fully  automatic spits  spray ya  til ya slip n slidin  
doin back flips back and forth promise 
  you wont forget  this   wus hapnin   
get inside  the mind of a lyrical assassin 
when im    on deck  slayin  haters with a passion 
act ratchet  get  bitchslapped im  whoopin asses 
no bitch u dont have to understand it 
just back the fuck up out my way when i get manic
DONT PANIC my hands just touch a mic
and its like magic  so dramatic  
in the end  leave  you post traumatic 
me and ill v u just cant stand it 
in the end  yeah we'll  leave  you post traumatic........................
 When it comes to spittin, listen,  there ain't no competition. Each bars my ammunition and I aim for demolition. In the mic I trust. I bust. You can hear them shells drop. Like I'm dumpin the glock. Watch em eat what I'm serving up hot. They salty or Na? Like the table of elements. Watch em all feast on my table of eloquence. Treat and leave em breathless. They die in my presence. I ride with the best. ain't no time for the rest. It's ya ya and i, and we aim for your chest. Let the lyric bullets fly as we shit on their sets. It's like chess. Got 2 queens on the floor. You're just a pawn with no more moves on the board. We make em retire shortly after they expire. Catch em fall short. Another faulty wire. They blown out like flat tires. Murk em all like Michael Myers. Won't catch me drop the mic unless I'm Makin it flyer.





 
 





 




 
 

Do You Know

Chad Mannor

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