La Mala Ordina-Clipping./The Rita /Elcamino/Benny the Butcher

[00:00.000] 作词 : Daveed Diggs/Demetrius Jackson/Jeremie Pennick/Jonathan Snipes [00:01.000] 作曲 : Daveed Diggs/William Hutson/Jonathan Snipes/Sam McKinlay/John W. Snyder [00:06.752] [Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] [00:38.441] The bags on the table ain't for weight, they for body parts [00:41.528] Victim skin stretched across the wall, call it body art [00:44.772] Bodies for the pile, bring 'em out stacked on a dolly cart (Yeah) [00:47.828] Anybody out there ain't on drugs yet, they should prolly start (Start) [00:50.903] This too real [00:51.852] Talking 'bout your life's a movie when the party start (Turn up) [00:54.078] But you ain't pick a genre, lil' ***** that wasn't hardly smart (No) [00:57.270] The script was sh*t, your third act really drags, the structure falls apart [01:00.336] So here the fixer come, clipping limbs to serve 'em à la carte [01:03.712] The horror show was so wack, you said you'd never go back [01:06.829] But you standing over the stove talking 'bout you really know crack [01:09.902] (What you know) [01:11.053] Crack is what a skull do (Yep), so if someone getting brain [01:13.031] That mean it was nice to know you, the spinal fluid a go-to [01:16.386] To thicken the pot, the clique out in the whip whipping the snot [01:19.379] Out a submissive till he shit blood [01:21.293] You thought they was dickin' a thot? [01:22.701] You got your rap shit f*cked up [01:24.701] Matchstick tucked up under the tongue [01:26.685] Pour the oil, smell the sulfur, then you run (Run) [01:28.908] [Verse 2: Elcamino] [01:30.487] I'm rollin' up in the back of a G-wagon [01:33.820] I'm always on G-status, look (Look G'ed up, n*gga) [01:36.226] 40 on my lap, that's the heat package [01:39.969] I'm from a hood where we beat rappers (We beat these p*ssy ass n*ggas) [01:43.902] We way too grimey, we don't see rappers (Don't see y'all n*ggas) [01:46.759] They s'posed to be street, but really be actors [01:49.581] I really be with the jackers [01:52.867] The ones who be clappin' shit and pistol packin' [01:55.235] N*ggas who really trappin' (Really trappin') [01:59.523] C*caine selling with 60 in they mattress (Stackin' n*gga) [02:03.858] And do it with passion [02:06.023] This how these *****es be doin' they lashes [02:09.090] I hate n*ggas that sit on they asses (****in' hate y'all niggas) [02:11.928] Always asking but they ain't makin' shit happen [02:14.454] Get out my way I'm craftin', laughin' (We laughin') [02:17.385] Let me spark my matches [02:20.561] [Verse 3: BENNY THE BUTCHER] [02:21.504] Yo, I hope you n*ggas can jet (Uh huh) [02:23.846] 'Cause you dealing with a rapper that smoke contenders for rec (Nigga) [02:26.924] Real dope boy, I cook c*ke and interval stretch diamonds [02:30.660] Right outta pot everything invisible set (Yeah) [02:33.446] Trunk got pies in it, disappeared in five minutes [02:36.811] The plug took the team where we never been like Kawhi Leonard (Woo) [02:40.301] Tote straps never smoked jack but go live with it (What) [02:43.256] In my book that's dry snitchin' but that's only my opinion [02:46.379] Gangstas know, killers stay patient till they down something (Chill) [02:49.589] But hit 'em like a real estate agent when he house huntin' [02:52.842] Rolex dial studded feds say my time flooded (Damn) [02:55.944] Put another chain on my neck and I'm a drown from it [02:59.234] El Padrino in the El Camino [03:01.873] If you b*tch, get a jive switch and sell what's legal (P*ssy) [03:05.072] We might smile ear to ear but you can tell we evil [03:08.222] These rap n*ggas dye they hair just to sell some singles [03:11.536] The Butcher! [03:12.381] [Verse 4: Daveed Diggs] [03:12.725] Rock, paper, ice pick; nice trick, no homonym [03:14.856] Cutouts from a magazine, make letters for your mom and them [03:18.161] Who remember arts and crafts, these killers is artisans [03:21.423] With an arsenal to elevate your arteries, start again [03:24.393] Rock, paper, zip tie; that slow burn that drip dry [03:27.524] That fissures in your field of vision make your world a fisheye [03:30.669] That round edge make it worser when the bubble burst you just cry [03:33.826] Laid out on the floor without a tongue trying to ask why [03:37.124] Rock, paper, gun shot; classic out in some spots [03:40.409] If you prefer the sweet life maybe you can die like gum drops [03:43.519] Smooth and round and melting if you're left out when the sun's hot [03:46.862] This the preferred method of smart killers and dumb cops [03:50.050] Rock, paper, papercut; take 'em out to get tapered up