Chesterfield Hotbox (Feat. Fobia Kid)

It's that nine-millimetre freestyle, check my heater
Let me blow your fucking brains, pop out with this beat
I'm getting furious, I cut off balls of every wife beater
In medieval fucking style, watch out, this so lethal

Fuck this bitch, I'm on a rampage, me and my ten gauge throwing these suckers in the ditch
Give me the switchblade, I wanna spit hate, needing to kill is just my itch
So, I'm scratching every day like I got some scabs (like I got 'em)
I like to torture suckers, shoot 'em, watch 'em take their naps

I drink that booze 'til I'm passing out, lying on the floor, I'm gassing up myself tonight
I don't ever lose in drinking games, I'm a man to hype
I fight, sniffing that stone, then I shine so bright (sniffing that), getting mind blown, I'm that coked-up knight (sniffing that)
Getting so fucked 'til I lose my sight, I'm a fuckin' boss, what I say is right

I'd make a hotbox, just from smoking on them chesterfields
It's a cock-block, if you tell your wife, she just my meal
But I'm hungry, let me feast, I'd fuckin' eat a seal
In a heartbeat I could steal that bitch, you know the drill

What I say is right, bitch, what I say is right
What I say is right, bitch, what I say is right
Uh, uh, uh

Niesom pekný niesom pretty, nemám žiadne autority
Nosím rozjebané boty, neprišiel som sa sem fotiť
Ja som anti ja som proti, preskakujeme cez ploty
Policajt sa pýta čo mi je, som zjetý

Hroty hroty hroty, ukradnem pre teba kvety
Ukážem ti nové svety ako Rick a Morty
Ak má kokot blbé reči, problémy s farbou pleti
Rozbijem fľašu o zárubňu a budú lietať črepy (Malá bitch)

It's that nine-millimetre freestyle, check my heater
Let me blow your fucking brains, pop out with this beat
I'm getting furious, I cut off balls of every wife-beater
In medieval fucking style, watch out, this so lethal