ELZhi - Deep lyrics

I’m the bell ringer, shell slinger
Hidin' bodies 'til the smell lingers
Until they pale as Renée Zellweger
When El sting ya
You feelin' like the braille finger
Searchin' for the line
I’m first you stuck in last
Rappers now suckin' ass
Full of new school niggas
I wouldn’t fuckin' pass
They should flunk your class and dip low
They tiptoe and eves drop
With both sleeves popped now please, stop
You'll melt faster than a freeze pop
In a hundred degrees El’s
Sunning MC’s he pops
You better put that work in
I murk grins and kill grills, my steel peels
Then I peel wheels then skill
Feels like it heals ills
Like Benadryl pills
The hottest artist will feels chills
When I drop gems that play out
Like fans when you peep
These rhymes ain’t cheap, oh yeah I gets deep
I'm a thoroughbred
Never sleep I find a way to eat
To all my Detroit niggas that be tryna eat
It's your boy Elzhi, my science is deep

Yeah I gets deeper than that
Once I blow your mind your
Not keeping your hat i bomb the scene
Killin' off your rhyme regime
You taken back like a time machine
My dime is clean
My flow is hydro, cannabis, Sativa
Also known as Chronic weed
And again this reefer watch it blow
My nuts hang a couple of crotches low
And fuck fifteen minutes nigga
My watch is slow
You need to cease to bragging
You see the fire that I spit
When I unleash the dragon the ruler is back
We battle your medulla is cracked
We do it online you find
That yo computer is hacked
It’s your decision what my
Brain stores division
I’m seein' bars come together
Like doors in prison when I spit that line
You can keep in your mind
When they creep, I do this in my sleep
Oh yeah I gets deep

Listen, I blow trees with the Buddha
Man squeeze with the war lord
Your floored hot stay on
Point like a scoreboard
I come hard the way a chick pull a clit
I know you assholes pissin' all
You dicks full of shit
Gets your dogs muzzled
I’m drunk off the power I guzzle
Break men into pieces leave 'em puzzled
Clips I pack 'em in like sardines
Flippin' on niggas
Like Megatron in they hands on Starscream
And this year y'all are gona have
To give it the fuck up
If not I'm takin' it, however you make of it
I stack cake a bit
I should wear a bakers mitt
And put cheese down on the whip
Like it was quaker grit's
Oh little mommy how she shakes her tit's
Work the pole and make it twerk and roll
I know it urk you whole that
I could jerk your soul
In your sleep, you meet the Grim Reap
Oh yeah I gets deep