Jarren Benton, Chris Rivers, POUNDZ - Aluminum Bat lyrics

The fuck these niggas talking about, man?
I ain't paying attention to none of the
Shit these niggas be talking about, man!
Where the fuck my squad at? fuck it!

Fuck all that shit that you talk
I'm as sick as my thoughts i'm from Atlanta
I never was a fan of the hawks
You can find me spitting game at your bitch
Better aim and then spit
I paint the sky with the brains of a snitch
Put your remains in the ditch
I'm getting brains in the six
Reclining the seat and she gon' lick
The veins in my dick
The same faggots that dap you up
Be the ones that clap you up
Thank god we made it through
Days darker then Daffy Duck
Funny how niggas rally when cops kill em'
But when black on black violence is
Through the ceiling niggas is chilling
I'm passing on that groupie pussy
Let my brodies have it
I'm out in Manhattan tryna'
Fuck with Zoey Kravitz
Fuck love I ain't searching for no Cinderella
I'm blowing dope that'll blow my
Brains in the interstellar
Rappers dressin like they into fellas'
Little ways to the top so I'm rapping
Like I'm still in the cellar
Lord Benton I always been into whoreish women
Spilling pinot grigio on my linen in Venice
CIA invented crack with a sinister chemist
Long talks with God 'til
My spirit's replenished
Yeah, I do this for your
Grandson whose life was
Taken by a quicker kid behind a hand gun
Y'all ain't fucking with Mr benton
That's ludacrous
Slice open my wrist and pull
Out the devil's computer chip
Bitch, y'all bitch ass niggas sleeping on the
Goddamn god like Sealy's
Posturepedic mattress, nigga

Look here man fuck this shit
Im done rapping, man
Aye Pounds get at these niggas
Let's wake em' up!

Hard to stay clean with both
Hands in the business
Bitches think you balling with four
Grand in the district
Toe tag in an instant, so animalistic
Throw hands in them fishes
You throw bands at them bitches
I'm lucky left in the brougham
With the dishes whores
Chug slugs like coke cans and a biscuit
I'm smoking lethal knocking the
Best of seagull
Fuck the block push profit of packerino
Uhh, I put beam to heads aim
Screaming lets bang
Through your green and red frames
Yeah 125 like a portion of fifth
I'm just gon' throw my fork in the ditch
Shit corpse in the lift
Uhh! Now pussy, why you lying on your songs
Bet you stop her when I bop her
Put that iron on your lung
Hammer the way, then it
Has a graphic display, fashion a cake
See you boys is cashing the way
On loud but open bad cats in the shay
Hygiene controls, madame strap pat in the b'
I'm still alive
Further than they ever thought
Consensual fire and watch you beg for water

Y'all niggas way too fucking sensitive
Y'all some bitch ass niggas, we bringing
That hardcore shit back, it's that aluminum
Bat to your fucking skull
Shit ey Chris get these fuck niggas!

Chris the shit, Young Feces that's my alias
Lord of rap
The jaws'll crack I ram a nazi atheist
Make believe is with my radiance
My radius is here to aliens
Fuck a top 10 I'm top 9 like Ms radius
Fuck a bitch and save the world
The rest is miscellaneous
Pull out on a stack
Don't even know what a baby is
Was born a grown man
Force my thoughts to homelands
Had to hold it with both hands
Cuz' I never had a baby dick
What's crazy is, they trapped us in the
System, every premonition, vision
Beat the pick, the nicest victims
Pray for knowledge, pay for college
Pay for coffee is for our children that hold
Their father's leave like hood
Bitches dating pilgrims
Nigga listen, I'm the truth never had to
Miss a tooth, the gap is disembolic
From the diss is struck from me to you
Rappers scared to say my
Name like beetlejuice
Shocking like they seeing Zeus
I know they pray that change is coming
But it took the scenic route
It's got it's rivers