Cornflex - Bus Stop Story (Slowed)

Hold up, bitch, my shit don't stop, no
Swolled up, fist you so hard, that eye does pop though
Might be under some influence like Pikachu
This beat, my lady, yeaeaeah, made my flow go
Oh, huh, follow me, crime story
Everybody, hoes and gs, time for street
Shit! White man around forty on ZOB, trying to be lowkey
Hoodie on, hair long, goddamn no deodorant, just wanna find me
He thinks I got that dope, but I don't have no mo
That cokahead, gets angry and grabs his plastic gun to show
Me, everybody around me, looking awkwardly, what's up with these
Dudes? I act like I don't give a shit and didn't see
Hey bitch, don't act up in front of police
What's up with these? Shit is plastic and doesn't blast free
Panicking me? Stabbing in deep?
Taking things daily, sheesh
Hey bitch, don't act up in front of police
What's up with these? Shit is plastic and doesn't blast free
Panicking me? Stabbing in deep?
Taking things daily, sheesh
Drug addict, fuck a dick
Touch me one time, you will get a second chance
Do it again, see what happens
I slap the bitch out of you with one hand
He is just a nasty old man
Farts all day, just to mark his own land
The gutter, motherfuckers
No properties, just a handful collected rubbers
Just in case, he can touch a
Dead body, or whatever, type of
Dude that might really fuck his own mother
Non-stop and so fucked up
But what happens next is crazy
Like I told ya'll before, I don't have and
I don't do shit, and he got no shit to pay me
So, uhm, dat dude getting angry
Lifts his dirty hoodie, goddamn that smell, bitch
Walking like a monkey, directly towards me
His facial expression, arranged so strangely
But the motherfucker so fucked up
Took a small step back, his wasted ass
Slipped and fell, over a nearby Gullideckel
Dem hips geprellt, another tooth zerschellt
Don't really know what to do, but I can
Say, he about to take a trip through hell
Cops around the corner
"Hold up, I am for fuck sake
Not involved, ya'll
Can see that dude down there
That moves like a snake, yeah
He really needs some help, uh
Aaaaaah, hahahaha"
Shouldn't have laughed
Shouldn't have talked
They turn my head against the wall
Handcuffs on, and pushed me towards their car
Da junkie on the ground, can't get up
And starts to cry, oh boy why?
Die Bullen stellen ihm Fragen
But he doesn't answer
"Was ist geschehen? Können Sie es mir sagen?"
Leaned on, can't find a spot that is clean, none
Gets pushed right next to me, car in
Doors locked, he passed out
I try to think, for a solution
No stops, til' they pull me out
Let me go, I ain't got shit to do with, they refusing
Guess who's in, in imprisonment
On remand, next to drug dealers, cold killers
And bad smelling bitches, shitting and puking
Who wins? Nobody motherfuckers
Never leaving my house again
Hey bitch, don't act up in front of police
What's up with these? Shit is plastic and doesn't blast free
Panicking me? Stabbing in deep?
Taking things daily, sheesh
Hey bitch, don't act up in front of police
What's up with these? Shit is plastic and doesn't blast free
Panicking me? Stabbing in deep?
Taking things daily, sheesh
Hey bitch, don't act up in front of police
What's up with these? Shit is plastic and doesn't blast free
Panicking me? Stabbing in deep?
Taking things daily, sheesh
Hey bitch, don't act up in front of police
What's up with these? Shit is plastic and doesn't blast free
Panicking me? Stabbing in deep?
Taking things daily, sheesh

Written by:
Felix Hahn

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