DOUBLE HOMICIDE PE$O PETE (Ft. Matt Houston)

[Intro: Matt Houston (Slopped)]
Damn, PETE (Damn, PETE)
Your graveyard lookin' a little empty, homie (Your graveyard lookin' a little empty, homie)
Drop some bodies in that bih (Drop some bodies in that bih)
Fill this shit up, I don't like that (Fill this shit up, I don't like that)
I can help you with that though, just sayin' (I can help you with that though, just sayin')
Hahahaha (Hahahaha)
Check it (Check it)
Uh (Uh)

[Verse 1: Matt Houston]
I make music like this to set me free
So let me be, while I pen these things
This ecstasy has never been more
Relevant to my hellish grin
And when these hecklers see what I've been through
To get this fly and how I spread my wings
So high, skate out with this jet set weed
And this weed trips through sounds that beggin' me
Lost reminiscin' on irrelevant things, it's you
Eyes on what my settlement be, it's true
Rap got me a wedding ring thing, I do
So sick with the lyrics that I breathe superfluous
That's what yo' shit be
LMTLESS the squad, breakin' infinite
Teachin' success by the mile while you're barely inchin'
Put a muzzle on your mouth, dog, quit your bitching
I don't get it, why you wanna try and side swipe a menace?
Feed your girl a rod menace and it's causin' ruckus, playin' tennis
Bring that ass here, bet she wanna text with me
[?] and reply, she gonna send 'em
And you still won't get the message, do ya?
Flow so crazy, tidal waves straight through ya
Heart mover, [?] user
Swear these rappers cancer, they be givin' ear tumors
Remove 'em and they news, I got a noose for a nuisance