Transgender

[Verse 1: Wildcard] Yeah I'm an enemy to many and a friend of sinners And all my energy I'm sending will just end beginners And now they all pissed off that I'm ahead But of course I'll win transgender swimmers Got a girl everybody wanna shoot they shot And yo this woman right here is my exclusive twat And now I make her body twist like an illusive plot I go in and out her head like and an intrusive thought And shoot I came into the game with illusive rap flow The rhythm that I got got bazooka blast flow And everybody want it and I'm comin' through so haunted That my ex girl left I seduce her back though Celebrities on drugs and they shootin' smack though And when they come down they abusive ass holes And all these actors on heroin a bunch of stars on H like the Houston Astros I played a scout bar out in Houston Texas And get a southern belle who was loose and reckless I find a sweet girl I can cruise the west with And smash in her lips like abusive sexists A suicide king and you on the face card And half these little mother fuckers don't wanna face card A bunch of rappers on the internet but everybody wanna play me like the race card And back in my day we would smoke the blunt purp But now a days kids need more than one perc' I rap in the dark like my whole ass tongue's cursed And get her on her knees like she's doing grunt work Caucasion in me always lacin' the weed And I'm breakin' you free better pray and believe And your baby's a patriot taking a knee Like psych ward meds how I stay in her cheeks And I still hope that I'm overnight success And I'm a ghost with the flow poltergeist the west And now I froze all the foes spoke with icy breath And with a flow so dope cold as icy meth And shit I'm spittin' out jewels I'mma share some diamonds With a trauma so bad it'll tear your mind up From southern California to the Carolinas With a dick so big it'll scare vaginas yo [Skit: Cara Matlock] Really Phil? It's so big that it'll scare vaginas? You know you got like a standard 7 my guy {Skit Continued: Mark Wahlberg from Boogie Nights Sampled] I wann f**k! It's my big dick. So everybody get ready to f**kin now! [Verse 2: B-Guy Griffin] What I spit's real but yo's we can't feel it It lacks feelin' even though your whole tracks filler But even the bonus tracks Phil and I Flow and rap ill and more dope than a global crack dealer Give a whore a scope she a zodiac killer I'm gettin' more throat than the homie Dracula Caught up in my web like I'm a tarantula And I make her legs spread like a tv antenna I'm hit a lick I don't need a bandanna Step in this bitch like I'm Tony Soprano I'm white and I'm dope as the coke on the counter At Tony Montana's The mic is my Hatori Hanzo catana Cut though the drama Cuttin' they neck like cuttin' a check Collectin' a comma In my head I got too many persona's Just to be honest Yo I don't know which one I let on the song cause I took a shot straight to the head like Nirvana And hit marijuana I went unconscious and did what I wanted Woke up to somebody's head in my closet A beat soundin' like a Nintendo that's haunted With C-Lance, Me and then Wildcard on it High off the chronic Sippin' some gin with the Lime and the Tonic I can be toxic I got intoxicated I'm faded and finally lost it Anyone I come across that's Rhymin' but not sick I'mma outline 'em in chalk quick For the W, I don't take losses The only thing that I tie is a hostage I would be cautious Try to insult us You'll be a pile of sawdust Our lyrical style is flawless You know we wild and lawless Dig in your pockets Empty your wallets My ego's bigger than Christopher Wallace Before I finish this Twiggy said give 'em some knowledge Well life is a b***h who lies about strippin' to get her through college I wouldn't give up your dollars Haha