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mental disorder - shiny bob lyrics

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[verse 1: shiny bob]
mental disorder
i’m spitting like squirtle
jump over the hurdle
my essence so herbal
the lesson ain’t verbal
you question the best, end up guessing the rest
and my lines be complex like i flew with no nest
nessy, i’m swimming your besty
i’m digging, run deep like a chevy
yung sheen ’cause i’m winning
machine in the kitchen
bomb on the clock and you can’t stop the ticking
i’m tripping
the tablets so tempting
i took it, i’m slipping
decisions of sipping the liquids of gods
b-tch this is yung bobby scott
rapping and trapping so hard
i’m flowing like water, you thirsty, you parched
i start at the bottom, you stall at the start
i buy the whole store while you shopping with carts (b-tch)
chilling with a black b-tch
she an actress
eating 5-star meals while you in the back snacking
dive in the ocean, f-ck up a kraken
and leave your -ss wondering what you got smacked with (who?)
a car or a hand?
think he got bars but they belong in the can
get p-ssy like a lead guitar in the band
when i pull the pistol, better hope that it’s jammed
smoke three spliffs so i’m in high command
say it real slow, so you better understand
smoke marijuana, pull of in a honda
i’m the nirvana, of east coast rap genre
pull out the llama, and spit flames like kwanzaa
two to the head, now you talking ’bout trauma
comma, leave your -ss dotted like pajamas
dance with the choppa, you doing the samba
you f-cked with a mamba, you won’t live i promise
the drama won’t coming, but your b-tch -ss brought it
b-tch you r-t-rded
scotty so fly that he need to be swatted
plus he be high conscious, level with comets
bottle rockets popping
at this b-tch gossiping
looking at scotty, plotting, talking about involvements
b-tch, i ain’t touch sh-t
you ain’t got the prints to prove
hop your -ss up in this whip
stacking, i got bricks to move
wind up on the weekend news
talking about this grimy dude
but he had on the freshest shoes and what his crew will do to you
jump you like a kangaroo
what you get into?
didn’t know they had pistols
now you wind up dead, that’s dismissal
my bars sacrificial
sh-t’ll hit you as clear as a crystal
or a missile
pin point accuracy
never a chisel
and now they sliding down your chimney
like santa done missed you
didn’t want the chopper to chop you but you talk to the coppers
wonder about the toddlers whose fosters
whose fathers are robbers
all because they can’t make a dollar abiding these lawyers
flip him a brick and now he flipping sh-t
move it real quick, push it out by the nics
balling real hard like he play for the knicks
higher the profits, the higher the risks
harder he hits, the higher he gets
they pulled out the vest so he pulled out the tec
popped off a round so we pop it right back
they aiming for legs, but he aiming for necks
then he woke up

[verse 2: redyn]
picture me, rolling on my way to do a show
bad b-tch, say she like the music and the way i do my adlibs
hoe, i’m back in
f-ck a third strike
b-tches on my wood like a hungry pack of termites (johny)
ay-yo, bob
lately you been k!lling this sh-t like it’s your job
don’t get robbed
for that flow, you got these n-ggas know you hot
so they gon’ hate
f-ck ’em, only because you be doing that sh-t they can’t
so let’s break down some dank
roll up dank, take mary for a double date
pulling up with that turbo, counting euros in the p-ssenger
doing this everyday, f-ck anniversaries and calendars
casualties on casualties, i think i’m seeing u.f.o.s (bacon)
catapults
ain’t got sh-t compared to how we getting throwed
don’t break the code
riding out
i show you what this life about
never trapped, i live in one
it was a trap, he had the gun
got jumped, grabbed the ganja
bust a cap and left him leaking
now we on the run, the party was the last place that i seen him
i been geeking ever since
hoping that i’m not the one
that had to lose my body, all because you n-ggas being dumb
so rest in peace that n-gga snoop
b-tch, my speakers always knocking
i’mma stomp on y’all
i hope you got wi-fi in your coffin, gone

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