Tekster:
Heavy Heavy Low Low Fuck It

Our guise is that of an apparition enthralled in the vanity of self-worship our robe our crown as much a part of us as the very marrow in our bones we

ice pick in my eardrums if i could someday regain my hearing i envision (more more more) snapping your neck (more more more) tilt back your head and fucking take it

damned thing and i can feel even less a nice (there's an upside to) subtle (corporal tunnel) fuck you (duster hits and) fuck you and fucking your secretary it

my nigga to get me some yayo, double up nigga what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'d Fiend for the green leaves, give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low

the Mobb bang through your stereo It's heavy metal for the black people, rock 'n' roll But it's hip-hop though, my drug music It's therapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it

same streets the police take us Livin' on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth Respect and got the money son, that's all that it's about No doubt

on my sofa I'm on some new mobile home shit come on ova Keep heavy metal like a ton of boulders Check out my donk it's dirty brown I know it's dirty brown

they're against it, But i sensed it, Fuckers show the roads where my strength is, Made a new flow and I went sick, Nigga fuck the five-0 little bent pricks

heavy in this game can you feel me Blame it on my momma Im a thug nigga Up befo the sun rise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on nigga