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The smOke, Walker The Adikt o_O and Tone.
Beat by Dove.
Verse One, The smOke:
woke up this morning, feelin brand new.
bout to go national, bitch I lampoon.
Blotter fuckin Ink, need that shit tattooed
It's The smOke on the mic, seal it up, no vacuum.
air tight, pale white, yeah bitch, I shine.
Glow in the dark flow, so Donnie Darkko,
If you got bars, ho, then I got bar codes...
Have ya bitch turning tricks like a parlor.
Now she call me partner, I garnish all her dollars.
Shit is fucked up, even got her daughters starving...
Don't give a fuck, let em starve then...
Nah, I'm just playin, I ain't heartless,
ain't gone give it back tho, bitch I need to stack doe
Thought she fell in love, more like fell into my trap door.
Fatso, you can find me with some black hoes.
Showing me they assholes, collecting like I passed GO! now that's smOke...
verse 2, walker the adikt o_O:
Let me intro the adikt.
Plenty lit dro & a fat dik, is how
I gett hoes,
to bend over bakwards . Lett me get that whole damn chekk, flip it ,then i giv it bakk kz i aint ever needed no damn bitch.
I just lyk to
phukk them pretty girls exhausted, i fall in love with all these chix bt its
money over hoes regaurdless. Yupp im geting blowed off all this skunky lit up indo chronik
that im lighting. I see the situation even tho i look lyk im sleep from the thai leaf.
Bad bitches love my style
Scag dealers bumb my sound. kz im fresher than a clean slate
I gott it lokd lyk weed safes ,slang bags oph name brand ,breathe haze & tell me how the tree taste. Doper than free base
& these women ,
aint shit lyk piss.
taking my hits.
baked lyk a blintz.
Forget my name & your chik
aphter we bang & get ripped
aint a thang bt a bag slung & the way that i live..
Famous strains in a phat blunt & insane ass spits.
Kray z trains on the trakk but damn derailed just a bit.
They kall me adikt. . . . bt pretty bitches call me upp & pretty bitches call me walkk. Pretty bitches call me Walker.
verse 3, Tone:
ok, we geeked up til life ends,
don't freeze up if we fighting,
niggas creep up and take flight then
take yo cheese puffs n yo white bitch
them congos in the background?
shit, I beat her up just like them
she's aaliyah on the mic singin with semen in her pipe when
808 in that box boi, you put her speaker on silent,
didn't prenup when you wifed it
now she leaving you with your life split
i'm that teacher that she eyeing,
give her D, plus you C minus
then I erupt on her eyelids,
tell her clean up and good bye, bitch!
That's...super high captain,
I got that fly access.
because I'm more than a winner, shoot, I'm the prize package.
goin in for life, and I'm never coming out,
that's because I run this bitch, and bitch, you only run your mouth...
if you didn't know I'm still up on that goon shit
my head too big for this room, bitch
nigga, on deck I got a few chicks
and them hoes stay swept by the broom stick...
verse4, The smOke:
And I'm too sick and tired to go to sleep...
On that shroom trip, wired, and tOkin trees...
Now the room tilts sideways and slopes degrees.
Feels like I'm floatin on an open sea, like...uhhhhhh
muthafuckin buoy, bitch
All black on my Huey shit
Newton physics, do division, to
Disprove your true religion superstitions...matter fact.
Mute my spits cuz OOOO, I'm wit it!
I know, you ain't really feelin my flow.
Like, who is this guy, smOke?
He needs to shut his pie hole.
I know..but.go West like ya name was Fivel.
No rat, always, fuck five-O, turn em all to compost.
smOke signals, goin tribal,
Dope binges, dose in style,
Scope vision, blow ya mind, uh
Cmon n bring ya line up.
Get it? Blow ya mind n bring ya line up.
Coke with mine, come sniff my lines up.
Wrote the bible, with divine cuts...
On the web, I'm a spider,
On the sky's rim with my words,
Search deeper than a diver,
I'm a keep her if I find her,
Give her needles fulla fine drugs...
This Blotter got me motivated.
Walker, sLOth, and Tone be lacing
All them jawns u want a taste of....
Clocking with no pay stub
This Blotter Ink Monsters Inc shakin up ya bass sub...