lirik lagu clipping. - la mala ordina
[verse 1: daveed diggs]
the bags on the table ain’t for weight, they for body parts
victim skin stretched across the wall, call it body art
bodies for the pile, bring em out, stacked on a dolly cart (yeah)
anybody out there ain’t on drugs yet they should prolly start (start)
this too real, talking bout your life’s a movie when the party start (turn up)
but you ain’t pick a genre, lil b-tch that wasn’t hardly smart (no)
the script was shit, your third act really drags, the structure falls apart
so here the fixer come, clipping limbs to serve em à la carte
[verse 2: daveed diggs]
the horror show was so wack, you said you’d never go back
but you standing over the stove talking bout you really know crack (what you know)
crack is what a skull do (yep) so if someone getting brained
that mean it was nice to know you, the spinal fluid a go to
to thicken the pot, the clique out in the whip, whipping the snot
out a submissive till he shit blood, you thought they was d-ckin a thot?
you got your rap shit fucked up, matchstick tucked up under the tongue
pour the oil, smell the sulfur, then you run (run)
[verse 3: elcamino]
i’m rollin up in the back of a g-wagon
i’m always on g-status, look (look g’ed up nigga)
40 on my lap, that’s the heat package
i’m from a hood where we beat rappers (we beat these pussy -ss niggas)
we way too grimey, we don’t see rappers (don’t see niggas)
they supposed to be street, but really be actors
i really be with the jackers
the ones who be clappin shit and pistol packin
niggas who really trappin (really trappin)
cocaine selling with 60 in they mattress (stackin nigga)
and do it with p-ssion
this how these b-tches be doin they lashes
i hate niggas that sit on they -sses (fucking hate y’all niggas)
always asking but they ain’t makin shit happen
get out my way i’m craftin, laughin (we laughin)
let me spark my matches
[verse 4: benny the butcher]
yo, i hope you niggas can jet (uh huh)
cuz you dealing with a rapper that smoke contenders for rec (nigga)
real dope boy, i cook c-ke and interval stretch diamonds
right outta pot everything invisible set (yeah)
trunk got pies in it, disappeared in 5 minutes
plug took the team where we never been like kawhi leonard (woo)
tote straps never smoked jack but go live with it (what)
in my book that’s dry snitchin but that’s only my opinion
gangstas know, k!llers stay patient till they down something (chill)
but hit em like a real estate agent when he house huntin
rolex dial studded feds say my time flooded (d-mn)
put another chain on my neck and i’m a drown from it
el padrino in the el camino
if you b-tch, get a jive switch and sell what’s legal (pussy)
we might smile ear to ear but you can tell we evil
these rap niggas dye they hair just to sell some singles
the butcher-
[verse 5: daveed diggs]
rock paper ice pick, nice trick, no homonym
cutouts from a magazine, make letters for your mom n them
who remember arts and crafts, these k!llers is artisans
with an -rs-nal to elevate your arteries, start again
rock paper zip tie, that slow burn that drip dry
that fissures in your field of vision make your world a fisheye
that round edge make it worser when the bubble burst you just cry
laid out on the floor without a tongue trying to ask why
rock paper gun shot, cl-ssic out in some spots
if you prefer the sweet life maybe you can die like gum drops
smooth and round and melting if you’re left out when the suns hot
this the preferred method of smart k!llers and dumb cops
rock paper papercut take em out to get tapered up tie-
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