words

uh, i know i'm on motherfucker, yeah, lemme stir up the pot, turn this here, into straight crack rock, boy you gotta be hot, or this shit gon' stay, won't boil to the top okay you gotta be stopped, 'cause he spittin' that dope shit, oh what you mean coke shit?, nah i mean suicide, hang from the rope shit, talk a lot of bullshit but you don't know shit, something is wrong, really is wrong, we reading qurans, reading the bible, think it's all oh so vital, like you gotta be our idols, then we stand idle, we don't make no moves, but we still make rivals, and we so spiteful, still got tools, yea we still got rifles, and they got bigger, go figure, got everybody hands on the trigger, you can say "cracker" but i can't say "nigga", so we get in conflict when we both, sip liquor, and i don't understand what conflict is, 'cause these are words and words ain't shit, but some thoughts from your head, that's into my ear we killing people from over ideas, boy these are just words, these are just words, these are just words, these are just words, these are just words, let me stir up the pot, turn this here into straight crack rock, boy you gotta be hot, or this shit won't sell, is you planning to flop? then you gotta be stopped, 'cause he spitting the foods, every killer gotta have a tool, man fuck a life lesson you ain't never go to school, and you dropped out early 'cause you said it wasn't cool, and these fools in college, but they got no degree, got no diploma, and i smoke trees, way too much trees, yeah they call me a stoner, and i got police smelling my aroma, ain't nobody know me, said i was a loner, and my ex-girlfriend called me a boner, or maybe it was a dick, truthfully i ain't even hear that bitch, i was too busy in the backseat, had these hoes running through my head like a track meet, why i call them hoes? shit, 'cause i'm caskey, and i feel like any other woman i meet harass me, the good ones pass me, so no i ain't a nice guy, told a lie to me, nice try, so i had way too much ambition for these white guys, some will call them presidents, i just call them white prime, all my own evidence, everybody wanna stay relevant, always gotta fuck, nobody remain celibate, all about who white, who black, who was heaven sent, who the devil advocate? well who the fuck intelligent?, 'cause all i see is dumb ass ho shit, they say we all sinners, i say "no shit", my momma been broke since like '06, but some name brand shit what i'ma go get, and i don't understand what the name brand is, 'cause these are words and words ain't shit, but some thoughts from your head, that's into my ear we judging people over ideas, boy these are just words, these are just words, these are just words, these are just words, these are just words, let me stir up the pot, turn this here, from conversation into confrontation, the devil got some temptation, the sins hate us, sincere, in satan, the unsold should, and the so called racists, the basis, the crackhouse, the black gals, the black guys, the tapouts, the white cops, the white lies, the nice stop, they all tie us to one plot, one eyes, one glock, small fire, i get one shot, and i take that click, pop, everybody get dropped or get got, when you cop from a ziploc when i'm outside at a pit stop, 'cause i got eyes in the back of my head, and we keeping that lead on us like a wrist watch, cause these are violent words, i seen a lot of motherfuckers who can find them words a lot worse, it's something we can not explain and wonder why we never want them saying, i wonder why it's never ever subject to change, even if i explain exactly what's on my mind they see the slang, and the never really see what's on my mind and where we at in this point and time, why i be pointing nines, and i don't understand what the whole thing is, cause these are words and words ain't shit, but some thoughts from your head, that's into my ear we doing this over ideas, boy these are just words, these are just words, these are just words, these are just words, these are just words