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poison pen – lumber lyrics

[intro: poison pen]
yo. it’s that poison pen sh-t. my cornerstanders, yo. for the cats who wanna play the wolf. don’t dance to this, n-gga. don’t dance to this. you stupid? ha. you standing, we lumber to this. we back and forth, yo. just nod your head one time, what? yo

[verse 1: poison pen]
y’all n-ggas is
third string. now i wear wife beater
i’m engaged to the game and our music is the word life cheaters
baby boy, you still like fetus
dead you like stillborn
fresh out this p-ssy, so my d-ck’s still warm
my hatred bubbles up and gets five faces
bop to my own calibration
brother, my palm’s salivating
throw you ‘til you lose your equilibrium, b-tch
we started off face to face, jaw to jaw, but you don’t
want eye contact. [?] n-ggas is rhyming to the floor
‘cause they knew they was wack. word
i bounce your walls on the floor, sn-tching bones and jacks
duff you with a star tactic, call it “phone tag”
you dying for no reason, sloppy kamikaze
you know how we does it, cousin. you think
there’s love in these dungeons? you might end up bludgeoned
yo, let me tell you something
return that bentley before 12 before it turn back into a pumpkin
i rhyme into a sea sh-ll, throw it in the ocean
that’s how i get my overseas hip hop devotion
downloaders, you internet vultures
i punched through wall and accidentally made a sculpture
poison pen, bed stuy, live, die, breathe the sick strongholder

[hook 1 (overlapped with hook 2): poison pen] (x4)
yo, i told you, you, you, and all of you
in the back and in the middle and the front

[hook 2 (overlapped with hook 1): breez evahflowin’]
you wanna rhyme? word? you get paid?
you wanna battle? word? you get slayed
peep the diff. molotov c-ck in your b-tch mouth
you ran to record stores with bats and still ain’t knock a hit out
you on a track? word, you spit?
you wanna front? yeah, that’s the sh-t
that let the whole world know that you on this d-ck
we lumber through the clubs, swinging stones and sticks

[verse 2: poison pen]
yo, i’m like, “what the f-ck y’all queers got?”
i’ll pop [?] and make sure the n-ggas i don’t like is within earshot
eight in a bed, it ain’t abusing. here to come
and get at ninety percent of brain that you ain’t using
when i stash sh-t, i put it in my cab
when brooklyn’s in the house, all y’all n-ggas need
to roll out. jakes stop bodegas from selling those
she’s moving snake-like. i’m petrified, the mind loses
ha! your brain deaf from crime music. that’s why it’s
so hard for you to sit down and come and compute this
my p-ss test is cleaner than a whistle
don’t blame sh-t on being lit—y’all mean it when i hit you
you land somewhere in venus after i lift you
perform on time—don’t need no head start. yo, this fly
fat n-gga making a fashion statement out of stretch mark
y’all generic—that’s the best part
yo, we don’t walk. we lumber
take our path to street like a hummer
spit hot like i swallowed the summer
n-gga, what that pen be like is stronghold type
y’all like sausages—full of sh-t
you so much of a b-tch, sporty thievz wouldn’t
answer yo sh-t. l.i.f.e. long told you
when stronghold 13, they say they’re scared of us
word up, it’s like that

[hook 1 (overlapped with hook 2): poison pen] (x4)
yo, i told you, you, you, and all of you
in the back and in the middle and the front

- poison pen lyrics

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