Its ya nigga rabbit mane
i kick this shit off just like dis
niggas always talkin shit
but aint gon fight they just gon diss
mane i keep that fuckin stick 
and brass knuckles in my pocket
nigga try to fuck wit rabbit mane
i blast off like a rocket
take yo face and then just sock it
beat yo ass into da curb
rabbit mane im on that shit 
ya busta bitch fuck what ya heard
cocaine all up in my nose
my nigga slim be sippin syrup
kickin back wit pmr
we put ya 6 feet in the dirt
Bustas try to hate on me
because im Mr. 6feetdeep
i kick these flows up on the mic
and rep my set up in the streets
niggas tryna be discrete
but not me bitch im flamed up
flamed up like a damn explosion
im like watcha bang blood
never switch always the same 
even when im chained up
locked up somewhere off in arkansas
skr8 beatin lames up
busta bitches wanna hate
and always wanna perpatrate
i put my tone up to ya face
and let ya know that i dont play
let ya know that i dont go
so keep me out ya fuckin mouth
kuz when im gone up off that blow
im down to knock yo brains out
1 2 3 and thats yo ass
you hella lucky i dont blast
got no many charges right now
hopefully they be my last
Staight assualting lame niggas 
so they put me on probation
prolly wanna lock me back up
so them police steady waiting
steady hopin im gon slip
put the cuffs up on my wrist
try to scare me wit some time
but rabbit mane aint new to this
you just thinkin that i am 
and you just hopin im gone fall
but im gone ball and if you try me
bitch ill punch you through a wall
flowin like a waterfall
this shit so hard it'd break ya jaw
but i aint sweet like jawbreakers
bitch im sour like the straw 
these bitches talkin behind my back
hate me kuz im too legit
its iight ya busta bitch 
kuz when you see me you gon dip
lettin bullets off da rip
bitch im gon blast off like ship
1998 the year 
my momma gave birth to a pimp 
bitch

1998 (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

Dead Hippe:
Nigga I’m the type to murda
My mind workin in cursive
A nigga try to change I pray to the lord I can be worthy
Thangs do get to me
Sometimes mane a nigga can’t lie
When a nigga look at me wrong
I imagine I’m gauging out his eyes
A lot of times I’m wrong
I feel i can’t be strong
As far as keepin thangs intact and keepin myself calm
A tickin…..
You know what I mean mane
Mind Katrina
Ill melt a nigga skin up off his bones like Hiroshima
Fabric in yo fragment
Marrow tremble when I’m at it
I cry because I try not to be hypnotized and stagnant
By anger
I’m hangin off a thread in my head
The only thang that keep it intact is the lord he comfort me
My family feel they got to tread lightly around me
That shit make me sick I can’t believe this happening
How can a nigga be
One to be square
Cause all this nigga shit I do make life for Kin unfair
Zach Rabbit:
i wish a nigga would dawg
i wish a nigga would come around my hood dawg
im drankin on some fye shit
im feelin good dawg
ya bet not start no shit
ill stomp ya in the mud dawg
this gangsta shit out here is real
yous a fraud dawg
aint shot nobody 
just some building and some cars dawg?
don't come round me
im liable to pull yo card dawg
just be yoself and stop lyin
you aint hard dawg
they talk that shit social media
thats soft as hell
i catch this busta in the streets
and beat his fuckin tail
yo ass too weak
it shame for me to waste these shells
ill stomp this nigga
till he crawlin like a fuckin snail
i keep it real
you want that gangsta shit,
den here it is
ill rip yo pockets 
like an envolope to feed my kid
i need that green like an artichoke
and spinich dip
i put that busta in a scope
and then i fuckin slid
i fuckin slid nigga

Drop It

✞DEAD HIPPIE

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