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parks - pistol lyrics

this is not a hip-hop dry spell, it’s a d-mn drought
when i said “three” everybody put their hands out
they getting cut like drugs
i road the roller-coaster in h-ll it felt just like love
im startin to sound just like slug
i just might quit, life sucks sh-t
mikey gets paid to like it
if it’s a b-tch then shes a dumb blonde white chick
with lipstick on her crack pipe
blood on my ice-pick
spit on the windscreen, jim beam on the windshield
sellin’ kids a dream, i’m a big deal in pittsfield
so if you see me at m-ss it won’t be catholic
i’m sick of all these wack little local rap clichés
chase rabbits like a tab verse, don’t quote me
and facebook is full of mad nerds tryna poke me
and i don’t have fans just a bunch of junkie stalkers
who think my life is all high times and johnnie walker

but i’ve been lost for 6 months so for surfin’
if i can’t leave earth then i’ll at least roam the surface
and watch the sunrise hitch hiking with migrant workers
and visa-versa, i’m still tryna find the purpose
the early bird gets a dirty worm its hardly worth it
i be the hardest working pervert on the party circuit
today started perfect
cloudy with a chance of percocets
toilets full of cigarettes a bourbon nervous reck

slow down son ya k!llen em…
im given them the low down
cause biggie woulda been 36 years old now…
and this a kids game, good thing i’ve been paid
spit flames at bill gates and warren buffets bridge game
i’m all in, b-lls deep, whatever you wan’t to call it
y’all sheep, stallin’ get back to the mall quick
one nation under “god” so i root for the underdog
be careful for what you wish for
the story of the monkey’s paw
clark kent confessional; change clothes in the casket
it’s heavy with everybody else’s eggs in my basket
f-ck saving the planet, every effort is last ditch
i’m p-ssed it, we should just cash in and crash it
it sounds drastic, but i think we should try it…
i’m actually the messiah, i’m just keeping it quiet
to watch the world die and hit the streets like a riot
there’s drugs in the cows, and too much beef in our diet
leave some logic i’m tryna eat from this rhyme sh-t
burnt my words on plastic so people could buy it
the white-house been skeemin’ with skynet
to put a chip in our brains and cut off our eyelids
and put us all in a prison and call it an island
they call it criminals i call it surviving
kamikaze pilot in the war on christmas
this year my lump of coal might turn into diamonds…

there’s a gift for the verse and i’m touched with it
i rap so good people say they love to see me do other sh-t

the gift in the curse and i’m stuck with it
and i don’t know what’s worse, this or that, i don’t f-ck with it

gift for the verse and i’m touched with it
i rap so good people say they love to see me do other sh-t

the gift in the curse and i’m stuck with it
and i don’t know what’s worse, this or that
i don’t f-ck with it

- pistol lyrics

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