Demolition Freestyle Part 1 lyrics

by

Jae Millz


[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Bodybag the beat, toe-tag the highs
[*censored*] more bragging rights
If you ain't acting right, send you to afterlife
I'm the action type, shoot, mash, and fight
I ball like Steve Nash and shoot past the light
And jump all in a freak ass, she getting smashed tonight
I'm a vulture, n*gga, slicker than a snake
I'm a fool, I'm a ape and you food
I am raping you fools
Murk sh*t, on the track I molest you rappers
Wayne and Gudda—who wanna contest the rappers?
No bodies, four shottys, get the job done
No problem, I been a beast since Sqad 1
My money runnin' like Sonic the Hedgehog
And for the bread, dog, I'm like Adolph
H—Hitler, gimme the money or meet the sizzler
I'm a toaster like Strudels, Ima burn these n*ggas, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And I don't wanna talk about it
Gangsta sh*t right in front you, n*gga, walk around it
n*gga, let me do me
They know I kick it like Jet Li, Bruce Lee
And I've done what they can't do
Me, I'll put my gun up to your Aunt Suzie
And blow out a doobie, paint her ruby
I am a loony, you n*ggas puny
I puke on the beat, I juke and never fumble
Man, I spit that dope, like I swallowed a bundle
Gotta spit that dope up
'Cause the old heads said, "If you don't, it'll bust"
I heard if I sell it hard, it'll rush
But if them people come, if it's soft, it'll flush
Haha! Certainly
Don't get caught in the blind, and keep your curtain straight
No, I don't drink wine but I smoke purple, grape
Sometimes, see purple stars—I ain't talking about purple Bapes
I gets paid early 'cause I be workin' late
Too many painful memories, sh*t hurt to say
Crack flow: no bake, just stir and shake
Shooting when we pull up like Urkel waist
Sip syrup, got me moving at a turtle pace
But quick, draw, pop out like a turtle face, haha
Paid in full, you can't murk the ace
I kill your beat, then beat the murder case, haha, yeah
That's right, I'ma kill this sh*t
And if the glove don't fit, I'ma need a catcher's mitt
'Cause I'm high like a b*tch, yeah I'm high like a b*tch
Like Mariah and sh*t, I guess I'm higher than a b*tch
Keep it dirty like I'm lying in the ditch
Like Eli, I'm from New Orleans, I'm a Giant in this b*tch
Move the G and add an S and put the I before the N
And put the A in front of that, and that's what I am to the end
That's a Saint, motherf*cker, simplify it for them
Where your funeral comes with a secondline at the end, yeah
But you won't be secondlining with them
'Cause you'll be in the hearse that's behind all of them, yeah
I see your homies dressed in black like they finna ride
But that fashion statement is telling a lie
I'm pelican fly, Mac-11 inside
My bullets come with wings, and your cerebellum can fly
Yeah, f*cking right, oh, yeah
Young Money, we are, sick as gonorrhea
Like nausea, heart burn, indigestion
Upset, stomach, and diarrhea
Get some Pepto-Bismo', ho!
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Haha, Young Mula, baby!
Yeah
Yeah
Young Mula, baby!
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