Mada Apéritif

G R E to the Y yeah

S A L and to the I

Got that V wit the A

804 til the grave

Got them fingers all on my plate

Lickin it yum lovin the taste

Imma pack up the extremities

I never let ya Rest In Peace

Never see, anyone

Make it out from under me

I bury thee, underneath

All the Belladonna leaves

Celery wit the wing

You were just aperitif

Sprinkle little flesh inside a bag of my Doritos

Bottom of the bottle find the worm inside my ego

Facing Dutches on the busses stepping thru all of the fecal

Look inside ya fuckin eyes and I don't see nothing but fetal

You baby ass bitch steadily wollow in all of yo caca

Su casa mi casa soy tu padre Grey is yo papa

Yo father I spank yo lil mama

Then put you in collar, the trunk of my Honda

I'm rippin through this pack

187 in the back

Steady rollin the potent

And flicking the ashes on my lap

Only smokin if it gas

If it's reggie imma pass

We got the pounds by the plenty

I'm feeling deady where I'm at?

Where tha bread?

Gimme dat

Got 2 shawtys in my lap

She asked if she could hit my blunt I turned and I said fuck that

Step back

99 about to snap

Wrapping my fingers around the katana

I don't need no fucking skrap

Ticky tocky on the clock

Bitch u better kick rocks

Sick of the phony mothafuckas

Tell em hop off my cock

Finna makin the bodies drops

Like 1920 stocks

Keep the switch blade

Folded and tucked away up in my sock

Bitch it's been two years and u still in the same place

How you make the same mistakes and expect it to go away

Coming and spitting some game for these motherfuckin lames

I'm fucked in the brain bitch we ain't the same