A-F-R-O - Trap Door lyrics

[A-F-R-O - Trap Door lyrics]

A-F-R-O is actually manifestin'
The manic depression
Mad at the man who was rentin'
The mansion after the spirit's
Haunted, inhabited all of it
Had the havoc enthrallin' it
Hands handlin'
Hack with a damn hatchet and saw at ya
Damn cranium
Phasin' 'em like a player in stadiums
Makin' bangers with aliases, and aliens come
To take away and abduct the children
I'm tracin' a brush
Over a painting and such
Most of you basically lunch
Fried chicken dinner
I'm bigger with a literal picture
A nigga fixin' to figure a
Minute or second out
Aminitive, sittin', spittin'
And mixin' vision with wisdom
A miniature little clip is when
The Wesson is out
Teachin' a lesson, I'm guessin'
Blessin' the messages
Ending a sent -
Text, and I get it
I'm the defendant who reppin' a red
Testament mission, I'm dead -
Fendin' the livin', a bed -
Spread, and I'm in it, you fem-inine
Admit it, bitch
The white rhino and the African elephant are
Two of the largest animals on Earth
And a four foot whore

You are watching a master at work

A ruggish
Thuggish bone like the Harmony zone
Get off of me, ho, I'm sluggish
I oughta be grown
An odyssey roamed to slaughter
The apostrophe on
The comedy that I own
And I'm droppin' the drones
And all of the cops probably can
Call me the top criminal
Rock minerals
You feel ill when the artery shot
Call me your pops, bitch, poppin' this shit
Like pop rocks in this bitch
Fuck it, I'm audible
Shit
Dustin' off the honorable spit
I'm Apocalypse Now
Put my cock on your bitch's lips
I love the garglin' sound
She garglin' balls by the pound and all
And I'm off with the loud
You talkin' a lot for a while
And I'm on this common canal
Drop it, you oughta be
(Shot) just for fakin' your life
I hope you die a horrible death
And take your own life
Because a nigga like you does
Not deserve to breathe
Fuckin' air that I breathe, I'm fair
But I'm honestly greedy
Sharin' is never the meaning
Caring is ever so greenery
Greenery's been there for me
Since age sixteen
Facin' the fakest of fiends
They takin' my space and my dream
And chasin' my fame and my deeds
And placin' they station on me
Let's get it goin'


You edible emcees, nothin' but main courses
Remain focused, the change strange
Brain and torso
Specialize in torture, rested my contortion
Abide forces
Testin' my lines like coke does
Clackin' the shotty mount
Drawn army I swarm
Rackin' up body counts
Like warm bodies in morgues
Defeatin' any emcee with an
Ignorance they conceive
And I'm droppin' bodies like niggas
Always do with they beats
Prime example, mantle smash
You, flashin' forward
Track absorbent
Mathematic coitus
Flabbergasted whores are mad at A-F-R-O
Tormentin' for a second, forming edges
Foreign rent
Is more intended, chore indented
Quarter flippin' for a
Border-hoppin' Mexican - which is me
I'm Mexican and Black
Blaxican if you ask again
I rock the spot with the frame of a teacher
I shoot off the top like I'm Abraham Lincoln
Had the hat'll snap backwards
A man with a track at ya
I'm after the wack rappers
Dinin' like fat bitches
Drag it out for the fact
That immaculate raps suit ya
And dashin' to get a damn lap
Dance from a fat hooker

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