Tha FreakStylaz Post Album | Scrypt ~ Beneath the Writings

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Scrypt |

| 2. Niggaz can't fuck with this |

(hook)

y'all niggaz can't fuck with this/

admirable how i get plush with scripts/

keep talkin & them slugs'll spit/

carnal pleasure reciprocal, taste bitches luscious lips/

indifferent towards the mayhem, my dutch is lit/

y'all niggaz can't fuck with this.

(verse 1)

i'm a viral strain unleashed, peep the ravenous plague/

levitation of the ripe is what my advocates claim/

empyrean volatility, melt niggaz, manmade weather pourin acidous rain/

can't fuck with the ingenuity that constructs the design/

spit so hot, i fear that i'll spontaneous combust in this rhyme/

my thoughts is heinous, utter disclosure of malignancy/

all y'all niggaz do is promotin ya deficiencies/

my niggaz carry guns & blades, ride in whips with X in the dash/

proud of the weight like mo'nique, confessions is brash/

open your eyes, it's all comin together as bodily perfections is slashed/

so high, fucked up enough to try to lecture a branch/

conjectures weak, my theory consists of spectacles/

once i supply the piff, the rest'll fold/

in the florida keys, my crotch is like a pillow cuz i'm gettin head/

possessin the commanding spirit that peasants dread/

can't fuck with the shine that obscures precious gems.

(hook)

y'all niggaz can't fuck with this/

admirable how i get plush with scripts/

keep talkin & them slugs'll spit/

carnal pleasure reciprocal, taste bitches luscious lips/

indifferent towards the mayhem, my dutch is lit/

y'all niggaz can't fuck with this.

(verse 2)

y'all shakin like a can of spray paint, the stress'll form/

factual, imperial, i'm data so pay mind to the metaphors/

splendid, breathtakin with the scribes in aesthetic form/

so small time, y'all might as well be a set of dwarfs/

i know niggaz that'll kidnap your kids for fun/

this place runs abundant in sharks, them fins is up/

pimp out females in your family tree, johns cum & they lick it up/

gettin them chickens like i manage popeye's/

thorough bitches curl they lashes & pop guys/

i know how drug fiends think, they focus on hits/

know some that want me dead, try it & meet the toast on the hip/

send 'em to motherfuckin hell then satan coerces 'em into strokin his dick/

rudimentary for your prostration, i drop like japanese bombs on pearl harbor/

my goddamn bullets hit hard enough to swirl armor/

cater to these fools like i live in servitude/

indulgle in thrivin, the niceness as words is spewed.

(hook)

y'all niggaz can't fuck with this/

admirable how i get plush with scripts/

keep talkin & them slugs'll spit/

carnal pleasure reciprocal, taste bitches luscious lips/

indifferent towards the mayhem, my dutch is lit/

y'all niggaz can't fuck with this.