Snottyman - TUX, Pt. 1

That's the way of the sword
The weight to the blade
Crushed down on the front plate of your face
Okay, we on the way

I wield a the staff not a scythe, making this just come to life

I spit a bar and break a mic
Reevaluate my hype, cause what was wrong was right
My darkness really peeking through the light
It's pin precision when I write my paper thicker
Than a dyke

I need a jacket made of hide, I need a dozen Russian wives
I need a hoe on the side, I need to circumcise my pride
Don't need no weed to get me high, been fly like Butterfly, Ladybug been my mother since
Sinatra been my guy

Since Fieri made the nachos with the fries, I'd fantasize
Triple XL shirt size for the sale like Merchwide
Down in Irvine, or somewhere in California
I dreamed of Pushin' T's, don't make me put the Malice on ya
I got shoutouts for days, the way I'm pushing niggas shit you think I'm getting paid

But if you pay your dues, pray them dudes will pay you
I hope you get the praise too, now skip the page, two
Slow down, my nigga easy does it
Put some respect on my name like Chris Breezy, cousin

I'm quick to bake a cheesy nigga like a greasy muffin
Heat these niggas, now they leaking weakness out the Easy Oven
How he do it
Snot get the blunt end of the blade

Smack you, you and your dudes stupid
He walked outside cause he don't care who's shooting
Cause he don't care who's shooting
Cause he don't care who's shooting

Now kiss the neck of death, and exhale your last breath
The universe expands left, man
You, you, and you gon' get left
The universe expands left

Ever since I was a boy, all I knew was how to fight
Fight, fight, fight
And when I got tired, I would fight some more

Written by:
Jonathon Day

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