they call me biscuits wrappin bitches up in gravy, baby. crazy
ladies always wanna save me from me the days heat. but they lazy.
they hella lazy, need help? they ghost like swayze
my realm? somethin like haetes. its hot. burning the babies
Dick Tracy on the crime scene with the biscuits
Gravy by the truckload, Charlie Sheen winning
to the table i bring levels exceeding the limits
the brand new dope fresh, no matter how you spin it
no matter how you spin it. DJs will try to mimic
my set is never finished. tracks to the infinite
and beyond. buzzed for lightyears, the flow never diminish
i've been in it for a minute, and to win it im in it
like a monster truck kit, we're sittin there lifted
driving round town in a 64 Plymouth
rock the nation, twist on a pivot.
sorry if you missed it, do we need to revisit?
Kevin Spacey on the rhyme scheme with the biscuits
Gravy by the buttload, Charlie Sheen winning
a plate of the freshness, served up in a minute
food for the soul, to your ribs its sticking
biscuits. bitches. gravy. crazy.
all up in your headset, turn it up to eighty
this is phase three of the Wally World play sheet
King Bong stompin through your town, better take heed
Better take heed, while we truly steamrollin
Catch more wreck than a vest full of bullets
this the dope shit, no matter how ya pull it.
put it. new age Gang Starr, keepin a Full Clip