HOLOCAUST

Ha, hey guys let's do one of those no melody songs, that'll be so creative
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Hey Wendigo, you sound like Kenny Beats right now
Chase money, chase money, haha
Yeah, oh my God, bitch, yes, yeah, Wendi!

B-B-Bitch I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust
Pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the holo cost
Teacher said you won't be successful making those animations
Shut yo apple-eating ass up and do some laminations

I tear a page out the bible if I be out of papers
Idle niggas worshiping idols, put acid in yo wafers
Pastor said you won't be successful getting that booming
Did I ask ya pussy nigga? You a human
And I'ma be a star soon, wavy like Ahab, hit that nigga with the harpoon
Save me, I may have pulled the trigger, ate some hard 'shrooms Maybe I'm faded but I wiggle like a cartoon
Yeah, I feel like a cartoon
I'm in yo devices, perpetuate your vices in crisis but I'm the nicest
Always eat your food with spices
Pay attention to the prices, don't be made into a sucka
You won't have enough for supper, keep ya numbers on the upper
Tupperware eating, my seating steady on the carpet
I park it and then I spark it, no marketing hitting targets
Hit like a guitar pick that's strumming
Or like a drum that be gunning you down for fun, I chuckle and then I run
Run up, I dump it out, he wanna thump it out
Coke in a mountain, my bitch gotta lump it out
Don't do no arguments, pull up, no parking it
You hear the sound when my niggas is sparking it
I got two hands on that bitch, I won't double back
I got that cookie it double wrap
I got Gelato in Cuban tobacco
I popped a new bottle and blew out her back, ho
I act like a wacko
I spit like I'm chewing on you and don't know what to do with the goo
You a slimy ass nigga, you drip like a garbage bag
Try me, I'll always pull up with a larger mag
Built like an armory, niggas got no chance of harming me
Smoke up a garden G, I think it harden me
I am not hurting, my pain is too far to see
Bitch if we kick it, no way you say "Naw" to weed or to popping a bottle
We pop him, he waddle
I ain't never dawdle, I'm kicking the throttle while fucking a model
I stay as drawing, yo life is novel and most of it awful, uh
Nobody read no more, I stay on the screen, you whore
You pay to get to seen, you poor
Don't play for no team, I'm bored, huh?
Talking that shit yo lip look like an asshole
Walk in that bitch, shoot the bricks out yo castle
You one them niggas, not purse, it's a satchel
That shit a purse, but it's less of a hassle
Why it got tassels? Why it got tassels on it?
I won't pass the chronic to ya, supersonic-hoover-vacuum, bitch
I pack her smacking lips
My dick attack her, slip inside her back-end quick
Stacking chips like it's a Pringles can
Let's get it cracking bitch, nigga
Bring it then, bring it then

Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm
Bitch, I'm smoking (Bitch, I'm smoking) gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust
Cubie!

Bitch, bring the hate
Bring the smoke
Bitch, bring the hate
Bring the smoke
Bitch, I'm feeling great
Yeah, (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)

Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke
Bitch, I'm feeling great, chopstick get ate
Fuck yo fate, change your fucking state
Under sewer grates, put the stock up to my waist
I make you flip, like a cake, fuck yo zip, yo cookie fake
I tend to drip when I bake, put tobacco in my face
Bitch, off the rip, I be laced, go outside and catch a case
The pussy wet from the mace, riot dying in the street
Keep up the pace, fuck you slowing for?
We racing on our feet, we move with haste
I'm amazed, all these niggas falling off
Free 14, all these other rappers soft
Spider Gang, choppa cough
Bitch, on paper I look greater than presidents
Set preposterous precedents, got a roster of resonance copper?
Bother the residents proper, stocking your evidence locker
Medicine set, it'll stomp your head in a dropper
I keep the lead in a yappa, I get to popping ya top or ya legs and sever spit red
And I drop ya dead and in heaven with papa
B-B-Bitch I'm smoking heat like an oven, Hansel and Gretel
Sipping tea inside your neighborhood, cannot handle the kettle
Pulling up, double gloving, I'm buzzing gripping the metals
Spend a dozen and dip before he can settle (Yuh)
He want beef, but he a chicken, I smoke a nigga, rotisserie
You history, I use my machine to make you a mystery like Scooby-Doo
I roll up my doobie, full of the beautiful
Her booty pull me in 'cause she's suitable, irrefutable
Run up on you, make you a victim, I'm the fucking shooter
I don't pay for features, I lick 'em, watch your damn computer
Back in high school they took my scooter, they made me a looter (They did it)
I feel smart, I ain't need no tutor, born a true intruder

Bitch I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust
P-P-Pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the holo cost
T-T-Teacher said you won't be successful making those animations
T-T-Teacher ain't no doctor, ain't got no patience (Nah)

I feel like a cartoon (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, bitch (Huh?), I feel like a cartoon, huh?
(Ha, now we're so original guys
Let's add that to the new genre
Oh my God, so lyrical
I only deserve when there's so much clou-)