zoetic - toe tags lyrics
[verse 1:zoetic]
real k!ller i ain’t never been a wimp
gun on my hip, walk wit a limp
don’t talk sh-t, or you get ya dome split
wit the four fifth, go bananas like a chimp
you a b-tch like a dog, when i toss a bone fetch it
do you get it? now don’t complex it
i’m just the best wit
the microphone, in my palm
lookin very calm
but what’s really goin’ on? really really goin on?
on the inside i’m like a tickin’ time bomb
set to detonate, through the heart of ya speaker
wit’ the vibrato of b-ss that be kickin’ like a sneaker
i got the heat like seeker, franklin’s like arethra
and they be poppin’ like paprika, i wouldn’t wanna meet ya
dead body in the future, leave you wit some sutures
beat you gon’ be toothless, man my shooter’s ruthless
he will leave you roofless
in the whip wit’ the top back like, john f kennedy
creepin’ like a centipede, the industry’s my enemy
slice the belly of the beast, wit this lyrical weaponry
reppin’ the independence just to preserve my rap legacy
heresy
[hook]
rest in peace to the game cause i k!lled it
k!ll any rapper to make sure that i instill it(2x)
my trigger finger’s itchin, my trigger finger’s itchin
my trigger finger’s itchin, boy that chopper’s never missin
gon’ pull the white flag, when i’m pullin out the mag
givin’ out them toe tags, go and grab a body bag(2x)
[verse 2:zoetic]
i’m p-ssin’ out free toe tags
i let my goons get real mad
cause they finna make a k!llin’, catchin’ bodies up for grabs
you can rap bout ya set, but you don’t know what you rep
you just an actor son, and don’t you ever forget
that line got my nine stickin’ out like baguettes
on point like nickolson, as good as it gets
come tattin’ up ya chest, better put on a vest
when you enter in my world you better act as a guest
so stop playin’ like you special, get in line with the rest
i’m in the v.i.p, i make you r.i.p
i got a cup full of patron take a c.i.p
i meant an s.i.p
oh will you pardon me?
i’m really drunk right now and i really gotta take a pee
and as for drugs, then you know i’m always smokin’ the tree
puffin’ the smoke in the air let the mary jane free
you just a pain in my -ss like a bumble bee
and i can have you fumigated for just a couple of g’s
i k!ll ya whole team, i ain’t even gotta breathe
samurai swords sheathe, watch me murder the scene, ok
run in ya home, puttin’ one in ya dome
if you don’t leave me alone, i’m pullin’ out the chrome
this is a splash zone, so don’t whine and moan
you see the smoke from the barrel let it take control
you been a b-tch ya whole life and now it’s takin’ its toll
you really shouldn’t f-ck wit zac homie i’m sicker than rome
i’ll slice the skin on ya head, and peel it back wit a comb
i put the tool to ya skull, and then it’s one in ya dome
one in ya dome(x5)
[hook]
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