Jakprogresso - 40 WINKS lyrics

- This is -son and I'm
Callin' you from Grey Cemetery
How are you today?
- yeah? Uh, not not, not that good
- Oh, I'm sorry
Well listen the reason I'm callin'
You today is to offer you a peace of mind
Through pre-arranged burial plots!
- Uhh, Bobby you won't believe this uh
My-I lost my job Thursday - Oh, I'm sorry
- And uh, I was sittin' here just
Contemplatin' suicide, and I was prayin'
Askin' God for a sad
- yeah but I'm just callin' you
Because your name is Donald - yeah
I know but-I don't see something's
In control I don't know
What it is, but I mean
You're the Angel of Death, man
- Look, is there anybody that
I can call for you
Do you have relatives, do you
Have somebody that uh, that we can contact?
- I'm glad no, well I'm glad that you callеd
I can-I can use your services hеre, umm
I mean you know wha-wha-how
Much is this stuff? - Well you know we have
Different price ranges for
A different sort of uh, you know plots
You you know you just got 'em sayin' of
Thinkin' of takin' your life uh yeah
Do you have uh I don't
Know, a credit card or a check
Report lemme ask you this
If I have a paper-sir? - yeah
- If I have a paperwork out
To you say uh this
Afternoon you think you could maybe
Hold off until tomorrow? - Hehehe!
Yeah, bring that shit home, pff
Shit's been fucked up man hey ayo
(I have to go?, man, my bad)
Trench Work, Tripper shit yo, yo

This for the critics, cynics
And Rap analysts
Talkettes at Rap events and Rap panelists
I'mma shoot up the Senate house
All panels lit
My Cult up in the game, not Indianapolis
Frying macrochip, lights masochist
I stomp earthworms out the Big Apple pit
Trust me, both my parents called me sick
My gun illegal, like a dirty MILF to 40 State
I'm handin' out 40 winks
Bullets the size o' Ant Man
Before he shrinks i'm just here to rap
You can head the fuck off
Flow Mud morgue studio, one gun vault
You're just some Ted head
Suckin' off blood sauce
My County smoke bodies on
The low like Humboldt
Metal Falcon with the ounce of spores
Pop caps like Calvenor, Heaven's Gate
Purple drapes house adorned
Rapper murder rate on El Salvador
I'm dead out this whore
JR tolkien in the den cutter with books
Smokin' jacket elbow patches in the rook
Pipe tobacco (huh?) , I'm smearin' soot
I might go out sketchy in
A telly like Sam Cooke
Hide behind the Ouija and a shovel
I'm diggin' Guru back up
Flip shit, wicked as Guru the Mad Monk
Red typewriter, ice fires blow the lab up
Condom on a gun dick, for a fast bust
This off the cap spores
Who travel organs ravel
Bleed this bitch, like a whore in Babyl'
Pull out her brain like corpse of Pharaohs
Give frames Airtyme like the Jordan Shadow
(Ohh shit)
The irrelevant myth, Syd gelatin drip
Jack Skellington with the Remington grip
Kick skeletons in (What?)
I'mma lean you like Martin Luther
King Boulevard elephant piss
Why save all the wretches (Why?)
I'm out sprayin' so the house raided
Like SWAT was sent in (yeah)
Bald ratchet no extensions, loft rentin'
Killer on tracks I'm, Ángel Reséndiz

4 corners bound bitch you know the sko'
Pimpin' Ville niggas have your
Families ridin' limos
We're doggin' motherfuckers keepin' bitches
On their knees
Lock you in the trunk and then
We'll throw away the fuckin' keys
Niggas talk shit and get
Caught in the crossfire
Die motherfucker 'cause you knew this
Was a do or die