The Fuckery Hotel
(专辑: The Boston Project - 2013)
[Kali:] Death before dishonor, still growing like a
farmer So-called soldiers walk around in glass armor I
remain calm or run the
point like Chalmers I
can feel the
ghost of the
victims I
plan to bomb on [Reks:] I
plan to avoid the
penitentiary, pencil these poetic memoirs Of a
star trapped, thoughts tap, ADHD All that bipolar make me fall back What y'all lack I
instill in pen skill, lyrical contact [Slaine:] Yeah, dog, I
got a
bottle and a
Prada model These cats wanna fist fight but I'm homicidal I
can't keep my mind swayed, all the
drama I
know And my cocaine is rockier than Colorado [Kali:] I
got a
single-shot Ruger, hoping that I
hit my mark The
life of a
shooter, my brain is like a
fucking dart [Slaine:] I
been sipping 40's in the
park, ducking from the
narcs [Reks:] Busting from the
heart, pussy, all the
stars torn apart [Kali:] Aimed at those who oppose where my life's headed On a
futon, eating croutons with light lettuce On a
cruise ship, stunting with my new chick She keep both hands on my dick like a
pool stick She the
coke holder and I
ain't talking soda 'Bout to run a
train on the
game, baby, bend it over [Reks:] Be my Henny coaster, ass stupid fat Couple shots of Henrock, no question what I
do to that True to fact, Rugers blast steady on the
block Henny on the
rock, gimme-gimme plenty shit to talk [Slaine:] Them are not really ready, I
should have been killed already I
would have been dead and buried in the
very cemetery In Roxbury with every Tom, Harry and Jerry But I
ain't never worry for nothing, nobody is scary I
came up the
hard way, I
earned what I
have Caught the
science of the
violence and I
learned all the
math Carry gasoline tanks, I
was burning my path Held a
razor blade close, I'm determined to slash Fuck two porn bitches spitting sperm in the
bath Punch 'em both, but they weren't into that I'm fucking with ya [Kali:] Taught to never testify, beef, we let them weapons fly Feel the
hunger when I
rap, you niggas look like shepherd's pie Paralyzed by coke lines and methadone Shoot you in the
chest, you should have never left your vest at home I
left your heart and a
part of boy in the
water No love for these little heifers, we sending them all to slaughter [Reks:] Ain't none [?] offer to take care of your sons and daughters Regardless of niggas' profits you politicking with prophets I
done fucked with porn bitches too, sorry to reiterate Penetrate dinner plate interstate riding rhetoric head it Get all exes a
slight, ex-wife bitch and moaning Picturesque moment: Kali, Reks, and Slaine own it [Slaine:] The
modern version of hate I
slaughter virgins escape The
sort of version of fate you can't record on a
tape I'm an animal in the
jungle, can't cordon a
ape I'm a
lion defying a
giant flying with capes I
am firing weight, tight spiral when I'm wired and I'm Burning houses up while the
fireman wait You exist in my nightmare, I
can die in my sleep Buying an eighth, you gotta love me I
am the
great [Kali:] So get your white sheets, yellow tape, pistol popping set you straight Hit your head and hit your face then close your casket at your wake Hustling proper, guzzling vodka, no one can stop us We toting choppers at helicopters, we fucking mobsters Put steak sauce on your tits and have a
barbecue Bring your daughter, dude, I'm John Madden calling audibles I'm Charles Manson in the
game how I
slaughter crews Typhooned raps, spit a
verse, make the
water move