Sorted

Sorted, so don’t take me for hook-up
One of them headless stripped chickens in the cooker
Don’t stuck in that doubt for crooks, nicks to book em
Thirsty birds purge for the hook-up
Shellshock Shanker shook-up Duke Nukems
Get the chop, they funds get cuffed and say fuck it
Bust guns from their one track minds
To a hundred stacks on climb, on crimes
Screaming death to the bed in the middle
Might get a little shine but ain’t shit, just some for a time
They simmer down when the shimmer dies, hit the dimmer
Shoulda raised ten for your enterprise
My renewable energy in crucially
Dispute the innumerable foolish fatigues
And rich soil won’t starve in the carve and awe
We rotate off and on harvest
So I write, produced and repeat
I flourish like smores in the heat
Law might lose to the blue Doris
Dry forest, become a tree
Don’t ignore black, your Arawaks chief
In his blue dream, he acts sleep doe
Come meditate on a train you still see pico
Free to the mob, spit fire right creek lord for
Scourge flip boys like bimo
Tap the wire
Fuck that nigga, man
Shock that nigga, shut up
You a stupid ass nigga, run up
Lord have mercy
My ninjas are tools
Got fire kunai’s
Late for your la-la-la
Well squat, well sucker say your line
You better guide you kind
Then our vendetta will hack your sign
Cause here we are, for now
(Just for now)
Don’t know about later