Samuel Vincent - Regal Sins

I roll the bones like I'm casting dice
If you fuck with me then I ain't askin' twice
You're on a whole 'nother level of cheese, just ask the mice
I'm getting real tired of you all like the acting Vice
He ain't actin' right ever since his wifey left
Stole the heart of a soldier, it might be theft
The Patron saint of the demon's abode
Seething semen like he was seen heading on the boat
Uh
Remorsed cynic
It's a contradiction of a missed kid wrapped in a liquor soaked misfit
I play Risk for three hours and get baked like Bisquick
And go to my therapist and tell her she's why my wrist slit
I'm stuck in my own ways like a stepbro video
We all know how the end of this single go
Birds of a feather get shot down from the fucking sky
Ugh great, I got shit in my fucking eye
I would rather die than admit that you got the gold
Dirty like the fungus growing out from ya toilet bowl
I'm hooked on a lot more than Phonics
You haven't had good game in 20 years like Sonic
Rip the cage like the plague call it bubonic
But fuck the chronic
I take pulls from that hydro
Talking that purple dragon, that Spyro
I crack your entire spine like a chiro
You straight babble, baby, go and get your rattle
I know it was you who went to your crew and tattled
This rap shit is critical and all you do is rabble
99 percent of the time you playing Scrabble
I catch you slipping like the crew of Star Fox
Light you up, keep you tucked up in the cigar box
My bars hot like Jamaican food
Any dude that represent me know they may collude
I keep it rude call it out like an Olsen twin
I spit straight fire so I'm used to this molten skin
Downed a bottle of Jack and chased it with a pint of Yak
I listened to your mixtape and dog you be kinda wack
Stop lying about getting green from that kinda trap
I'm stuck in-between this girl inside her lap
Crap

Written by:
Sam Bukofsky

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