Midnight Burial

Yeah, aotp

Lost cauze, vinnie paz, planetary

Warchild we love you nigga

(Aotp they know we be o n t o p) king syze

Apathy, celph titled

Eso, blacastan, yeah

I can't remember all y'all niggas names

Man there's too many of y'all

We got a nigga in the crew named raul

Shout out raul (raul what up nigga!)

Ayo y'all pussy like a fleshlight

My squad is the ride or die "arf arf" dmx type

I be iller in my next life

I'm fucking rad without the bmx bike

Yeah, that's for my 80's kids there

And y'all walk with rat tails like an 80's kids hair

I smoke wax and eat pot brownies

And will still crush and fold a grown man like jadeveon clowney

I got the pound on me

Don't get loud on me

It'll be my treat have a few rounds on me

Salute, wild flute, wild fate

Only thing sicker than lost cauze is child rape

Puerto-rock rambo, long range ammo

Always on my toes but I don't rock sandals

Uncaged animal, off the leash, awkward speech

Toungued off the table, is that what you call a feast?

Underground king, underworld got 'em under siege

Cold blooded killers, we make the tundra freeze

Flat life line, I'm off to make a million

Kinda hard to do without pussies catching feelings

I go all in, I ain't got nothing to lose

Hollow points split your face, fucking up your point of view

Niggas acting funny, trust me, I am so amused

Terminate 'em on sight, we know who is who

Ayo fuck a cap and gown, attack your crown, we the last around

Blasting that classic sound, lock it up, latch it down

At the clowns, he late to the fight, trying to catch a round

Only way I stoop to his level is to feed my bastard hound

I already passed the pound, I ain't trying to match your style

I ain't trying to rescue, your a doctor crappy rapper now

I'm in my cabin only happy with the batch around

Not unlike an older bruce wayne, or a younger satchel now

Same when hes at the mound, if you can't keep up we ain't on the same page/paige

It's time that I sweep up

Aotp there ain't no equal, we anger people

Like casting mel gibson in a django sequel

Yeah, I spit incredible

Your style is doa, stinking in the vestibule

Automatic fire attire getting rid of you

Shoulda just retired now they sizing up a suit for you

Look at you, in shits creek, without a paddle in sight, shits deep

I don't understand that, gun in your mouth talk

Getting intimate with.40 cals where's your tought talk?

It fell back, guess who had to second guess

When you realize the main man was named des

Aotp put your motherfucking heart to test

25 Deep nigga, roll it to your fucking rest

I can get retarded too, bonafide idiot

Fully auto in the tuck, watch how much letters spit

You delicate, softer than some baby thigs

Drag you kids underground like I'm pennywise

Stoned off the reefer and the vodka got my liver fried

Never have to be a loser nigga if you never tried

Out the sludge and the slime, at the bottom of the barrel, I'm a God and a pharaoh

Rap game robert de niro, or better yet, rap game ron swanson

My song sponsoring the lab I keep flying saucers in

Holsters and harnesses, my gold never tarnishes

Gun powder pharmacist, manhattan project on this shit

Getting high injecting snake venom

So get the fuck outta dodge, avoid taser shots bitch I'm ducking the charge

Your rough rugged facade is just a mirage

So let's aim for your neck make a bloody collage

My bread straight, no croissant, so let's go

My gun won the cannabis cup for having the best smoke

Yeah, hahahha army of the pharaoh clique

(Everybody want heaven but no one wants dead)

Reef the lost cauze, des devious, crypt the warchild, the esoteridactyl

Celph titled, hahaha, we shining out here

You think you mob motherfucker? We the motherfucking mob