Andrew Kelley Laced Cheeba Lyrics

Fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers
Four shoguns that got fucked by geishas
Still gracious, still able to twist out darts
Just grew tougher skin for swimming with them sharks
Broken ankle, fucking with the wallabee clarks
Got them bitches still screaming my name
"Waddup Starks?" I'm a bone-crusher
Ox'll split your face like a Dutch Master
No more mixes, polar bears from Alaska
With sharkskin Air Max's and igloos of ice
Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice
I'm nice, you the reason why the game went soft
Bland niggas I come through and season your broth
Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I'm a Menace like Dennis
Young Ghost, in the bathroom a six month sentence
Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads
With barbed wires, stay tying niggas to beds

Everybody get paid
Everybody get laid
All these bitches dirty
Everybody got AIDS
Everybody get played
Everybody get sprayed
Everybody do what I say
Everybody my maids
P crack selling, black felon
That clap rat tat tat tat tat melons
Some thugs, one gun, one slug
Shot-caller, like, "Yo let me speak to young Mugs"
Listen, it's Mandela, pal
I grab whack MCs, I smack 'em hella hard
I kill niggas with the birdy blick banger
My Wu-Tang niggas call me the 36th Chamber
Lyrical miracle spiritual rap dudes
Get smacked off their skateboard for not paying rap dues
P, call me the gatekeeper
Break heaters on your face, smoking laced cheeba