Mean Muggin' (ft: Jeremiah Jae Oliver)

Put the shine in your face like an eye doc

Rep the squad every day, homie, why stop?

See I was born cold, likely I'mma die hot

Baggin up in live spots ever since I tried pot

Took my very first hit back in 2000

Now it's nothing less than 2 pounds in my new housing

Sorta lit, cold chick, thought you knew about it

Only thing she brought, vicky draws and a few blouses

Verso on the move, nothing you can do about it

Roll with double ogs, niggas too 'bout it

Get your crew pounded, then I guarantee

You dudes use the youtube as your feud outlet

You just food out here

Full moon and it's wolves out here

Woop, woop, call the troops out here

Done fucked around and locked me with the realest spitting

Kitty gimmick, signed, sealed, delivered to your city limit

You could snatch a grab-bag of galaxies and pull out a million

Planets and not a specimen can fuck with my rappin'

I must have got the foot of a rabbit inside the cannon

To damage your whole hood like a thousand birds crappin'

Captain, hand me the megaphone if you wanna see action

This ain't the land of relaxing, lavishly practicing

I bring death like taxes and leave heads in baskets

And the rest in caskets

It's kinda gruesome, but me and my hand can make a twosome

You know these rhymes recall because I knew son

And then he slipped the noose on with his loose arm and sang a new song

But I'm not trying to see the reaper

Unless you promise that I'm in the beemer with aaliyah

Bumping for eternity in two seaters

My ears bleed out the speakers

Keep your seat up when I'm speaking

You wide-eyed till disaster strikes

We move in the night, the moon bright, wolf bite

Shot down, rotting like an apple in the middle of the street

And your peoples didn't help you

Flames on the side of my whip

Everything my team touch requires strength

Fire to your dome, peace, higher up the ladder

[?]S we broke down, lines you can't cross

Hot bars, I ain't warming up a kit kat

It's click clack, no seat belt strap

I'm a creature, black features

It's not complete until I consummate the beat

Running till my feet ache

Living in the e-age, information key [?]

We open doors to the key exchange

Rising up the ph scales