Cutting the Grass
One won't be enough Ima need another stuffed
Feels like they're running out of love it is it just me
Don't know who to trust they're all snaky to the touch
Can't believe a split tongue right behind it are the teeth
Think I've become immune to your poison
Battered and bruised abused by your noises
What does it prove I hope that you enjoy this
When it all turns back to you you can't ignore it
I'm tempted as the serpent slithers
Some of y'all have a certain hissing to your voice as you whisper
Twisting through the branches trying to reach the ones who will do your bidding
I could have banana peel shoes on still couldn't catch me slipping
I'm not letting none of you near first base like a shy teen
When I'm at home plate I'm smacking it out the park fucking up somebody's car in lot Z
Every time I homi a beat I dispose the body properly your types commonly seen
I'm an anomaly so underground they can't see me using the best tools in geography
One won't be enough Ima need another stuffed
Feels like they're running out of love it is it just me
Don't know who to trust they're all snaky to the touch
Can't believe a split tongue right behind it are the teeth
Think I've become immune to your poison
Battered and bruised abused by your noises
What does it prove I hope that you enjoy this
When it all turns back to you you can't ignore it
Can't wait to have that day when I tell myself I made it
Big stepping like I'm on hot cement barefoot tryna get to the shade quick
Cowboy rappers come saddle in hand ready to gallop on dick save that shit for your bitch
The only reason a man would talk bad about me is because he don't know who he is
You better find yourself while they're using your cell to try and pinpoint your last known location
There's nothing they can really do to help they'll never know where your remains went
There will be plenty of overtime at the morgue I'll have them working 25 hours a day
If you think otherwise I'll deal with you first so I can just hurry and get you up out of the way
One won't be enough Ima need another stuffed
Feels like they're running out of love it is it just me
Don't know who to trust they're all snaky to the touch
Can't believe a split tongue right behind it are the teeth
Think I've become immune to your poison
Battered and bruised abused by your noises
What does it prove I hope that you enjoy this
When it all turns back to you you can't ignore it