Truth Serum

Won’t you try some of my truth serum

Can’t blow these lines guess you’ll just have to hear em

If you’re feeling good go ahead let’s spark it

We’re more underground than the fucking black market

My style is cut throat, never need a scapegoat

Slinging my sounds like pounds out of a trench coat

New style, a new dream

A new year, with a new scheme

Think you had enough? Let this drug hit your bloodstream

Let’s give ‘em a hit

I say we give ‘em a hiit

Let’s give ‘em a hit

Give ‘em a hit

Give ‘em a hit

Won’t you try some of my truth serum

Don’t take too much bound to bust both your eardrums

Here’s another bottle go ahead lets pop it

Slowly taking over and nobody can stop it

I’m a piranha and my hungers growing

When the going gets tough, you know the tough gets going

Think you got the upper hand, take another look

Well You got the net, but I’m the motherfucker with the hook

Let’s give ‘em a hit

I say we give ‘em a hiit

Let’s give ‘em a hit

Give ‘em a hit

Give ‘em a hit

Won’t you try some of my truth serum

Others try to steal some til I make em feel dumb

All the imitations,

no imaginations

Take one down, pass it around

Head full of cobwebs,

Recipe’s been passed around

All they do is fake my sound

Just because you hold a mic doesn’t mean you hold it down