HOLOCAUST lyrics

[Intro]
Ha, hey, guys, let's do one of those no melody songs, that’ll be so creative
Yeah, yeah, yuh (Uh)
Ayy, Wendigo, you sound like Kenny Beats right now, hahaha (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chase the money, chase money, hahaha (Yeah, yeah, huh)
Yeah, oh, my God, b*tch, yes, yeah, Wendi!

[Chorus]
B-b-b*tch, I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it’s the Holocaust
Pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the hollow cost
Teacher said, "You won't be successful makin' those animations"
Shut yo' apple-eatin' ass up and do some laminations

[Verse 1]
I'd tear a page out the bible if I be out of papers
Idle n*ggas worshipin' idols, put acid in yo’ wafers
Pastor said, "You won’t be successful gettin' that boomin’"
Did I ask ya, pus*y n*gga? You a human
And I'ma be a star soon, wavy like Ahab, hit that n*gga with the harpoon
Save me, I may have pulled the trigger, ate some hard shrooms
Maybe I'm faded, but I wiggle like a cartoon
Yeah, I feel like a cartoon
I'm in yo’ devices, perpetuate your vices in crisis, but I'm the nicest
Always eat your food with spices
Pay attention to the prices, don't be made into a sucker
You won't have enough for supper, keep ya numbers on the upper
Tupperware eatin', my seatin' steady on the carpet
I park it and then I spark it, no marketin' hittin' targets
Hit like a guitar pick, that's strummin' or like a drum that be gunnin'
You down for fun, I chuckle, and then I run
[Verse 2]
Run up, I dump it out, he wanna thump it out
Coke in a mountain, my b*tch gotta lump it out
Don't do no arguments, pull up, no parkin' it
You hear the sound when my n*ggas is sparkin' it
I got two hands on that b*tch, I won't double back
I got that cookie, it double wrap, I got Gelato in Cuban tobacco
I popped a new bottle and blew out her back, ho
I act like a wacko ass
I spit like I'm chewin' on you and don't know what to do with the goo
You a slimy ass n*gga, you drip like a garbage bag
Try me, I'll always pull up with a larger mag
Built like an armory, n*ggas got no chance of harmin' me
Smoke up a garden, G, I think it harden me
I am not hurtin', my pain is too far to see
b*tch, if we kick it, no way you say, "Nah" to weed
Or to poppin' a bottle, we pop him, he waddle
I ain't never dawdle, I'm kickin' the throttle while f*ckin' a model
I stay as a drawin', yo' life is a novel and most of it awful (Ass)
Nobody read no more, I stay on the screen, you whore
You pay to get seen, you poor
Don't play for no team, I'm bored, huh?
Talkin' that sh*t, yo' lip look like an as*h*le
Walk in that b*tch, shoot the bricks out yo' castle
You one them n*ggas, not purse, it's a satchel
That sh*t a purse, but it's less of a hassle
Why it got tassels? (Huh?) Why it got tassels on it?
I won't pass the chronic to ya, supersonic-hoover-vacuum, b*tch
I pack her smackin' lips, my di*k attack her
Slip inside her back-end quick, stackin' chips
Like it's a Pringles can, let's get it crackin', b*tch, n*gga
Bring it then, bring it then
[Bridge]
b*tch, I'm—, b*tch, I'm—
b*tch, I'm smoking, b*tch, I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust
Cubie!

[Interlude]
b*tch, bring the hate, bring the smoke (Yuh, yuh)
b*tch, bring the hate, bring the smoke
b*tch, I'm feelin' great
Yeah, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, huh, yuh)

[Verse 3]
b*tch, bring the hate, bring the smoke, b*tch, I'm feelin' great
Chopstick get ate, f*ck yo' fate, change your f*ckin' state
Under sewer grates, put the stock up to my waist
I make you flip like a cake, f*ck yo' zip, yo' cookie fake
I tend to drip when I bake, put tobacco in my face
b*tch, off the rip, I be laced, go outside and catch a case
The pus*y wet from the mace, riot dyin' in the street
Keep up the pace, f*ck you slowin' for?
We racin' on our feet, we move with haste
I'm amazed, all these n*ggas fallin' off
Free 14, all these other rappers soft
Spider Gang, choppa cough
b*tch, on paper, I look greater than presidents
Set preposterous precedents, got a roster of resonance copper?
Bother the residents proper, stockin' your evidence locker
Medicine set, it'll stomp your head in a dropper
I keep the lead in a yappa, I get to poppin' ya' top
Or ya legs and sever spit red, and I drop ya dead and in heaven with papa
B-b-b*tch, I'm smokin' heat like an oven, Hansel and Gretel
Sippin' tea inside your neighborhood, cannot handle the kettle
Pullin' up, double glovin', I'm buzzin' grippin' the metals
Spend a dozen and dip before he can settle (Yuh)
He want beef, but he a chicken, I smoke a n*gga, rotisserie
You history, I use my machine to make you a mystery like Scooby-Doo
I roll up my doobie, full of the beautiful
Her booty pull me in 'cause she's suitable, irrefutable
Run upon you, make you a victim, I'm the f*ckin' shooter
I don't pay for features, I leak 'em, watch your damn computer
Back in high school, they took my scooter, they made me a looter (They did it)
I feel smart, I ain't need no tutor, born a true intruder
[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the holocaust
P-p-pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the hollow cost
T-t-teacher said, "You won't be successful makin' those animations"
T-t-teacher ain't a doctor, got no patience (Nah)

[Outro]
I feel like a cartoon (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch, b*tch, I feel like a cartoon (Yeah, yeah, huh?)
(Ha, now we're so original, guys, let's add that to the new genre)
(Oh, my God, so lyrical, I only deserve when there's so much clou—)