Chuuwee - Post Mortem lyrics

Check it, what's up with all this boredom?
You fresh to death, I'm Post Mortem
The Jordan of recordin'
Thug Poet did the score
It's like the '93 Bulls champion
Shit I be endorsin' i get these women wet
They bring me gifts I call em dolphins
The flow is off the coast
I'm sure of it like where I'm walkin'
With the sand between my toes so get
The fuck up off my dorsal fin
Coastin' doors open in that suicide
With dro and wind inhalin' never chokin' on
That Buddha blessed, i'm gold as shit
This rappin' shit I hold
It like it's holstered
I'm off the wall like hatin'
Niggas snatchin' down my posters
I'm up and down the city
Like a fuckin' roller coaster
You best to put that offer on
The table like a coaster
My management legit
She handle shit like she supposed to
And TUS will murder any
Nigga that approach us
I kick a style like Jackie, Jet
And Chuck Norris the coldest
Still I'm hot as Pensacola when my
Pencil get to rollin' nigga
Fill me with liquor watch me
Start a drunken rage
And write a thousand words a
Minute on somebody else's page
Then sell it for a million to
Some wack niggas and lames
And still be killin' shit with half the
Shit I wrote in seventh grade
They burn me like a blunt
I love when my shit get played
You need to P90X your rhymes
You weak as seven days
You speak they don't applaud
I spit and turn the stage into a rave and
Shut the venue down like fire marshals say
The Prince of Sacramento on
My hierarchy phase
Cut the joggin' before I put you
Out like trash on garbage day
Or a small kitchen flame
I douse you niggas fires
You niggas lyric liars
My niggas vivid writers
I light myself on fire until
I'm hot like Richard Pryor
You wack as shit at this, go get a grip
Go get some pliers you see me on the fliers
I'm the lyricist for hire
And I'm pickin' niggas off like
Scopin' hostiles from my sniper bow!