Mother Nature’s Son Goretex

Verse 1:

I'm unsuitable, my thug music sound beautiful
I come in Bad Taste, like sniffin' cane before a funeral
Then pass out, chokin' on blood, we gun thugs
I heard your mom does dot com chicks with butt plugs
Mountains of blow, smoke an ounce then bounce to the show
Countin' my dough, we Angel Dust space legends
You get your face shredded, evil fuck since I was a kid
I like robbin' cribs, picture that like PMD did
Paranoid type, we runnin' 'round with infrared lights
I got a squad o' midgets, scumbags who slang and shoot dice
Fuck a based thug, illegal shit, fiction hate club
Fuck thе dick, bitch, I'm laughin' 'cause I see what hate does
Spеakin' in codes, DVD receivin' my flows
Bonded by Blood, warrior drums, project thumps
And torture tactics like the Egyptians, mutilation in lumps
10 shots to your ribcage, the ghetto kincaid
Elderly rampage, knife point chains and switchblades
Pervert laureate, I leave crowds amazin' afraid
Sniff a 8, that's the reason Mitch strange, I'm ballin' out
$50 blunts, below the weed be fallin' out
I'm here to get the belt, Uncle Howie TEC glisten
Non Phixion world tour, got my shit hittin' in state prison

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