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Yeah Laurenivich (Look! Down there!) | It's that Czarface shit | Murderous wordplay
Yeah Laurenivich (Look! Down there!) It's that Czarface shit Murderous wordplay My verbs slay Ya heard me? Yo, yo, let's go More rings the Mario Elie, rocking the Pelle On Bond Street, ordering salmon only the belly Peace to Toro, all my niggas wore 'lo Fuckin' with raw blow, never go to war slow Shit, I'm know for rocking silk collectibles Hardcore gutter, my style straight out of vestibules Now we at festivals throwing the crowd vegetables Looking fly on stage grabbing my testicles Four color camo, full clip don't need ammo Shooting with a broken strap like a ripped sandal Cop whips and crash 'em, pop guns and blast 'em Make cracks and stash 'em, come through and splash 'em Nigga acting wild is my style, it's all fashion Non-biodegradable team, we all-lasting Used to get home sick, now I'm getting sick of home So I breeze OT, getting some different dome I'm lights out sorta like closing time I'll body your soul and leave you with an open mind Skywalker with the force, call me Czar Fonz Going and blowing from the start like car bombs Rubber grips on the cordless, applaud this Girls behaving badly, I call Lucy lawless I'm on it, broadcast live from Ground Zero Culture savior, label the town hero Yeah your boys lost from the coin toss Know the slogan, can't beat 'em better join force In the 'hood like shitty apartments Hate me now on some Diddy and Nas shit City of God shit, mobbin', fedoras and cigars lit Face-czar, lock the block like a cal roarin' You talk about green son, I'm Hal Jordan I got money in my jeans, killer in my blood With shit like this yo I kill it like I peel a slug Rappers wanna feed off my buzz, I don't need all them hugs You my dog right? eat off them rugs I made Gs off a thug shit even though I'm a grown man Walk around holding hand of my son shit You can't spit that pun shit without having to punch shit We run shit, murder with words not on some gun shit I'm low down dirty and deceitful Landlord kick me out the crib said his residence was evil My face don't deserve to be sketched on an easel It belongs on a mountain next to legendary people I'm lethal, Czarface someone that the cops avoid Been killing y'all since Nick Fury was a caucazoid Mind's brilliant but it's twisted like the thoughts of Freud 'Lo'd out, kiss the canvas like you box with Floyd I body rappers automatically And leave 'em deader than my iPhone battery "Got to get to someplace where I can plug in my extension cord and recharge." "An electrical outlet. Can he find one in time?"
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