Triskaidekaphobia (13) [Clean] Poison Pen (Ft. L.I.F.E. Long)

[Intro: Poison Pen]
I’ll be late, man. Fuck that. I gotta work. 13. 13. L.I.F.E., Molotov Cocktail, what? Stronghold, yeah. N.A. Rock, yeah. Q-Borough, yeah. So what the fuck? Yeah. Emvees, yeah

[Verse 1: Poison Pen]
Check me when I’m not sober. 3-point stance
Running into your building shoulder-first, trying to tip your block over
Look down like a black Yoda, put you in your dick
Hear your sperm quicken in our block soda, cockholder
Scorch you with some hot Folgers
We walk like Cro-Magnons and some hold magnums
Don’t look past us for pro-wack shit
They should make us city ordinance
Next cats who heckles, I swear I’m coming down in the audience

[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]
Ayyo, the 13 for [?] plated with a protected chest
Your vocals do nothing but tickle our rib cages
We just amped out. Leave your camp knocked out
Off just one punch plus four warning stabs waiting to [?]
Catch a jump off Sasquatch stomp. 13
Y’all no scary [Carrie, Jakes in cougar flicks?]
Scientific spit our clique. Here’s the twist:
We got a good and bad list
Leaving both lines pissed when we stand over
Smack all y’all leprechaun cats and jack you for your clovers
Y’all so funny, happy. Go open up your pot of gold. But Stronghold
We quick to unfold like hand fans in Japan
I’ll be the rebirth and walking with poisonous scriptures, spit at random
Out of my felt pen. 13. They scared of us
[?] our sons that said, “Words said, ‘Brother, bash your ear’”
Equipped with a verbal Molotov cocked from N.A. Rock, ayyo, these cats are scared
13, motherfucker