Rum Raisin

You dinner niggas breakfast
Fever spitting the sickness
I’m reckless
I’ll have your top spinning like an exorcist
Exercise will push you
Grab your shit and mush you
Heating up a drug spoon
Add a little mushroom
Shoot it in the crowd
The effect is how I touch goons
Crush grooves, clash titans
Hammer clutcher
My flow crush (?), leave you crippled with crutches (crutches)
Leave you after the eagle bleed you
Only the picture on the coffin the the way to see you
See I’m thorough from that don’t give a fuck breed
She wanna succeed so I let her suck seed
Life sucks so I spit out death rap
Bittersweet moves, a shit smoother than Exlax
Catch the fact theres an x on your back
Imma extract slugs where your body is stretched at
Illa
Make it good without hesitation
Make it taste like a rum raisin (yeah)
Machete black like my name Jason
I make it taste like a rum raisin
They call me pistol grip Illa
New day same shit
Gun open relationships, Jada and Will Smith
The hater
The hate make you throw a lawnmower
Spit inside your soda, meet a lyrical ogre
Rap walk along ocean’s shoulders
I’m Pepsi cola with a shot of king cobra
King of the thing smoker
King of the ring
King snatch your bling and then rock it
My block knock your eye out the socket
Feel me when I spit that full contact ebonics
I’m Ebeneezer
And this procedure that I give will give you seizures
Flows a gun in a room with Jesus
Getting head under the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the beaches
Reach and get reached, found dead in the creek
All you missing is your soul, back, neck, and your feet
Aim the four at the brain of the law
Illa Ghee rap raw, sniff the coke off a chainsaw
Die motherfucker, die
Die motherfucker, die
Uh huh (Uh huh)
Yeah
Let’s go
Blacksmith, ghetto gat activist
Shots accurate, got the zip cop the piss (?)
Tear gas…