Cashleaders - Race Track

Tongue tied
Oh so you want that fast flow
Global storms
Steady macking attacking
Breaking and making and taking all based men
Saving maiming claiming and dating all based women
Semen in them and then I let steven in em
And then he's trying to sleep with em
Running and gunning and head butting burning all on my day shift
Face it im laced with mace and three cases
Of particles in case you haven't found them in space
Test I dont mess dont stress im the best
A mason free mason jason casing
While you steadily aging
I'm on this track and its designed for racing
Making the sounds you that aren't jamaican
Arabian subterranean wutang banging
Who perfects the rhymes off the top of the cranium
Light sabers in im breaking shit
I'm on that darth vader tip
Dictatorship you hate this shit
Made at me cause I made this shit
Hop of the dick of your favorite hip hop artist
Cause guaranteed if I check the bitches shit
It wouldn't be the smartest
The shit he drops would be considered the smallest
I'm probably the most drunk alcoholic
And I ball harder than a child with colic
Your money floats to my wallet
You love it and hug it and clutch it
And im disgusted
Normal human beings with unbelievable feelings
I fuck your girl cause she still needs that sexual healing
Hundred grams im dealing
Your car were stealing
Peeling eating keeping low
Cause we saw the police
And I gotta rap sheet that can fill up your honda nissan
Mitsubishi eclipse drop top lancer
I'm vibing off this shit even though im not a dancer
I'm smoking this shit even though I dont want cancer
I'll ask every question even though I can't have every answer

Written by:
Jeffrey Herbert

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