Shade 45 Freestyle Ab-Soul (Ft. Da$H)

[Verse 1: Da$h]

Sinister as givin Manson literature to children

Thoughts of a youthful villain

Windows floor to ceilin

Feelin like Patrick Bateman, off that medication

Only [?] my patience, cause I'm knowin Hell is waitin

Still a shit talkin, blunt sparkin

Henny bottle to the face type nigga

Take yo mama on a date type nigga

Half a pint, I mean an eight my nigga

Straight act bitch, I'm too throwed to react shit

The black Jaques Mesrine, Xannies and the cess green

Load up like a motherfuckin chess team, you know heem

Its Dolla hoe, bitches blowing yaba off the ivory coast

Havin dinner on lobster boat

I spit the shit to give Barack a poke

Give a cop a choke

Bumpin Flocka in the chopper smoke

Nigga, light the dope nigga

Yo, light the dope, no hope for the weak

Four Os in the cream, with four hoes in the jeep

Two cups, cause its only for me, you know

Came up off of one too many Narco's and parked yo shit

Dolla Darko, backwood full of ARCO

Opiates flow and I hope my heart go

Still jumpin niggas after rap shows

Still rob a nigga if the cash low

Same nigga sleepin back of class yo

Miseducation gettin bad though

The government is like the fucking Muppets

Obama just another fucking puppet

You know it and you motherfuckers love it

Ain't shit changed unless you do it my nigga