Giology lyrics
by Styles P
[Verse]
You ain't hip
I roll with the most thorough stone throwers
Without sin, look in the mirror, we toast lovers
Stone cold, bury the bones under your home
And then it's f*ck the undercovers
Crime boss since the montage, the God laws
Need players from all law
All our sins amount to a mountain of shame
I fill my cup with a sip from the fountain of fame
Now I'm here shower in pain
Surrounded by the shallow minded savages lames
Pawns in this real life chess game
Shall I test aim or just let it bang
Bang
Leave the empty suicide note
Use your imagination for this revelation
I do a one-on-on with Satan
My mind's on drugs, it's still baking
The rider says Hennesey, beer and no bacon
Provided that we in a sober state, no raging
Cause me, I start blazing and poisoning the liver
Then I flip, turn into a psychopath killer
You ain't got no Advil, f*ck it, pass me a Perc
I'm popping these pus*y boys and place 'em in the dirt
Wave you while I'm in the church
My blood's still boiling from last night
I swear I was an angel in my past life