Slaine - The Fuckery Hotel (feat. Kali & Reks) Lyrics

Death before dishonor, still growin' like a farmerSo-called soldiers walk around in glass armorI remain calm or run the point like ChalmersI can feel the ghost of the victims I plan to bomb onI plan to avoid the penitentiary, pencil these poetic memoirsOf a star trapped, thoughts tap, ADHDAll that bipolar make me fall backWhat y'all lack I instill in pen skill, lyrical contactYeah, dog, I got a bottle and a problem modelThese cats wanna fist fight but I'm homicidalI can't keep my mind swayed, all the drama I knowAnd my cocaine is rockier than ColoradoI got a single-shot Ruger, hopin' that I hit my markThe life of a shooter, my brain is like a fuckin' dartI been sippin' 40's in the park, duckin' from the narcsBustin' from the heart, pussy, all the stars torn apartAimed at those who oppose where my life's headedOn a futon, eatin' croutons with light lettuceOn a cruise ship, stuntin' with my new chickShe keep both hands on my dick like a pool stickShe the coke holder and I ain't talkin' soda'Bout to run a train on the game, baby, bend it overBe my Henny coaster, ass stupid fatCouple shots of Henrock, no question what I do to thatTrue to fact, Rugers blast steady on the blockHenny on the rock, gimme-gimme plenty shit to talkThem are not really ready, I should have been killed alreadyI would have been dead and buried in the very cemeteryIn Roxbury with every Tom, Harry and JerryBut I ain't never worry for nothin', nobody is scaryI came up the highway, I earned what I haveCaught the science of the violence and I learned all the mathCarry gasoline tanks, I was burnin' my pathHeld a razor blade close, I'm determined to slashFuck two porn bitches spittin' sperm in the bathPunch 'em both, but they weren't into thatI'm fuckin' with yaTaught to never testify, beef, we let them weapons flyFeel the hunger when I rap, you niggas look like shepherd's pieParalyzed by coke lines and methadoneShoot you in the chest, you should have never left your vest at homeI left your heart and a part of boy in the waterNo love for these little heifers, we sendin' them all to slaughterAin't none [?] offer to take care of your sons and daughtersRegardless of niggas' profits you politickin' with prophetsI done fucked with porn bitches too, sorry to reiteratePenetrate dinner plate interstate ridin' red and [?] itGet all exes a slight, ex-wife bitch and moanin',Picturesque moment: Kali, Reks, and Slaine own it.The [?] version of hate I slaughter virgins escapeThe sort of version of fate you can't record on a tapeI'm an animal in the jungle, camcordin' an apeI'm a lion defying a giant flying with capesI am firin' away, tight spiral and I'm wired and I'mBurning houses up 'round the firing wayYou exist in my nightmare, I can die in my sleepBuyin' an eighth, you gotta love me I am the greatSo get your white sheets, yellow tape, pistol poppin' set you straightHit your head and hit your face then close your casket at your wakeHustlin' proper, guzzlin' vodka, no one can stop usWe totin' choppers at helicopters, we fuckin' mobstersPut steak sauce on your tits and have a barbecueBring your daughter, dude, I'm John Madden callin' all the BullsI'm Charles Manson in the game how I slaughter crewsTight formed raps, spit a, make the water move