Testi:
Acid Brains If You Think

down memory lane, and see the dirt I've done before I quite the flame, if you can see what I see, you see me poppin the chain, or you see me scrappin,

a devil in my noodle. You? Angel hair pasta. Flow's dreaded like some fucking tangled hair, Rastafarian, Jamaican, Relax, man, I'll send a fucking axe at you if you

squad you in, a-yo we be the biddomb Regardless what I spit on, you worse with the tracks I shit on Once you get on, it's fair you can't trust (Yes!)

of my brain Slang dope - DMC, pay them full with a lotta chains Pop-lock in acid rain, polonium caskets claimed Humble my self, help you get you some

, the Bay got it) You God damn right (Yeah man, LA got it) You say drug pattern awareness (Chicago, Ohio, Boston, Philly) You God damn right (Australia

to black big up to ballers and the coniac [x3] Big up to cash stacks ballers and the coniac [x2] [Verse 2:] Like an SP1200 you can't replace me even if you

off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out I'm blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die

'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you

Flows dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rasta? ?farian, Jamaican, relax, man I?ll send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent Bad