ratcheft - rat stew lyrics
[verse 1: swayze]
bow
nunchucks, bandanna, my sawg mad
got cps called on me for whipping my dad’s -ss
its ratcheft n-gga , smoke a pound a day
and f-ckin en hang w/ my crew stackin money like hay
f-ckin en commando ill be random while f-ckin a c-ck her spaniel
in the middle of the subway, bums selling me the handle
im open to burnin candles
in an abando just me and my f-ckin friend-ho
and f-cking ing until ‘the man’ shows!
im an -ssh0l- your out of your league
can make it to the show to lose like miami basketball teams
don’t wipe me off b-tch im very clean
you’ve never seen this human-being-rat-pack extraordinaire
we moving things..
the kids im influencing the new routine:
f-ck this and f-ck that just make the f-ckin cream
exact yo. in fact bro..
i’mma welcome you to the back of the rat tax show
crack ho
[verse 2: legit]
it’s the neo-negro, the villain f-ck the hero
project doom to the goons cuz i fear no
h0m–sapien im just tryna make the ends
meet the mercedes benz, maybe get the ladies in
maybe then this crazy sinful b-st-rd could take a 10..
and own a large hut for my baby to have a baby in?
seriously? id rather ride the he-rs-
id rather be a deadbeat than gratify my curse
or satisfy the worse case: death on a birthday
my breath taking verses show work like an earthquake
yea, as im climbing high to greatness
the rhymes that i kick cause seismic vibrations
the livest guy making extraordinary history
officially taking sh-t from the game w/ a grip of thieves
its ratcheft
cookin dope for the crackheads
leavin cracked heads on the gorund from my black lead!
[verse 3: keef]
uh, f-ckin ing play me on the radio
free st–ze g*nius bangin through your asio
banks go rupt once the cheft show up
highway robbery when that set show sucks!
internet drone, lowkey okiely follow old people
with a gl-ss full of gold t–th
fresh fest, granddaddy swagger
axe to my listeners, a fan body sn-tcher
don siegal
ready for the rapture herb-lighter-bird
like raptor rappers
six six saturn, ask why i hate jesus but it shouldn’t matter
n-gga look and you recognize a f-ckin in crooked pattern
raps first black cursed b-st-rds diverse
heh, dad’s worse!
wanted a son, but he wanted cash first
last to laugh, that f-ckin dagger stab hurt n-gga
man n-ggas is b-tches, wanna f-ck w/ you when ya d-ck bigger than his is
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