MellowHigh - Extinguisher lyrics
[MellowHigh - Extinguisher lyrics]
I’m attacking your captain, Battle raps
Shitting, clogging and calling your plumber
How these old ass niggas newcomers?
I’m coming sunny, mid-summer
Nose runny, gunning like hunters
While tune and jazz gunthers
Fuckboys listening to gangsta records
Now they flex like Bedford
Knowing that I take they wives, Stepford
I’m all about the extras
Nigga read all about it
Extra tit's, excessive spliffs, clouded
Surrounded never grounded
Higher than my curb palace
Wondering lands of lakes with alice
My point is valid when
My character is challenged
Looking malice in the face like "bitch
You owe me a favor" turn my head to karma
Fuck it I’ll deal with you later
I’m the exterminator
My eyes low and red like the terminator
Arnold Schwarzenegger perpetrator
Pepper spraying the furthest hater
Nigga my service await's ya
Wake up and smell the percolator
I’m smoking and blowing gators
Fuck the whole world, I fuck a niggas bitch
I fuck the rap game with my fist
Til’ I get sick of this spittin’ sick
Ripping through visions of written syphilis
He slit his wrist to ink all these verses
Blood in my penmanship hit or miss
Bitch I’m batting like I’m on PED’s
Niggas want to switch they words
Like baby boy on BET
Young niggas still cruising we’re moving
Like he’s Eazy- E
Easy spitting ether watchem’ freak
And leak like Petey-P
Fuck everybody, no love for human ecology
I bomb like I’m Islamic for all
The shit you ain't promise me
Fuck is competition? Nobody poppin’
As hot as me i’m running shit
Several miles ahead and still
Ain’t stopped to breathe
I don’t need no help
My bitches tell me by myself
Fuck with my niggas from OF
Don’t feel nobody else
Still perfecting my rhymes
You niggas chilling on the shelf
Watching my steps
You like my kid I’ll hit you with a belt
I got it covered
I’m on top of that (on top of that)
They pop and live I’m stopping that
Fuck ya’ little raps nigga Hip hop is back
Popping straps, stocking caps buy some crack
Can’t forget we smoking weed
(Bitch a lot of that)
Remember that you’re fucking with
The wolf gang the louder pack
Remember that my niggas gotta eat
We browse your house in fact
In fact we’ll take your spouse
And nap with her
Then we’ll bounce her back, nigga
Crazy, I'm crashing shit as fast as
Whatever won't crash under pressure
I'm blasting til I grab my endeavors
I'm trashing whoever
No obstacle could stop this view
On top of you
I lost a screw, my thoughts are loose
I cop the coupe, forgot the roof
I got the flu: think you sick?
I'll spit a pot of soup
I'm stopping through to give em instructions
On what they're not to do
Nigga's think they're into something
Really they ain't got a clue
Racing for my space
Gotta slow 'em down like a chop and screw
I'm powering prose, slightly powered his nose
Doped out of control, aura overpower you hoes
How the fuck they still sleeping?
Wake em up to a double barrel fuck beef
Bitch we biting through the
Fucking bone marrow pedal to the floor
I accelerate through nonsense
Imma snap and I'mma keep it
Like a quarterback with options
I'm so faded off the sweet, one more please
I'll be unconscious
Shit, I'm dropping, got me poppin
All Star, Western Conference
Bitch, I be hitting the pocket
Pockets so deep in my pants rock it obese
Take a glance swat and flee
Gon' flee where I stand
You ain't poppin that
I'm poppin with pumpkin seeds in his hand
Jack-O-Lantern, back for Santa his
Reindeer breaking antlers
Fuck asking questions
I'm taking answers and women
On dates with Prancer
By night you turn rapper to dancer
Washed up sitting in the hamper
Mildew-filled flows damper like
Grandmama pampers
Took a piss, that's on her fishnets
Smell like dry fish and sweats
Look at this guy, man hit's nets
Get high above
Fucking chin-check insects from your
Shin to your biceps
Money hungry till I'm comfy stuffing
Duffles with mushroom truffles
I hate life, cause I love the troubles
Karma comes in doubles
And I check, stuff the couple
All I know is struggle, all I see is rubble
Jumpstart on the ground to the
Sky like a fucking shuttle
My country looks like a
Puzzle time's the limit, get your hustle
I got it covered
I’m on top of that (on top of that)
They pop and live I’m stopping that
Fuck ya’ little raps nigga Hip hop is back
Popping straps, stocking caps buy some crack
Can’t forget we smoking weed
(Bitch a lot of that)
Remember that you’re fucking with
The wolf gang the louder pack
Remember that my niggas gotta eat
We browse your house in fact
In fact we’ll take your spouse
And nap with her
Then we’ll bounce her back, nigga
Shitting, clogging and calling your plumber
How these old ass niggas newcomers?
I’m coming sunny, mid-summer
Nose runny, gunning like hunters
While tune and jazz gunthers
Fuckboys listening to gangsta records
Now they flex like Bedford
Knowing that I take they wives, Stepford
I’m all about the extras
Nigga read all about it
Extra tit's, excessive spliffs, clouded
Surrounded never grounded
Higher than my curb palace
Wondering lands of lakes with alice
My point is valid when
My character is challenged
Looking malice in the face like "bitch
You owe me a favor" turn my head to karma
Fuck it I’ll deal with you later
I’m the exterminator
My eyes low and red like the terminator
Arnold Schwarzenegger perpetrator
Pepper spraying the furthest hater
Nigga my service await's ya
Wake up and smell the percolator
I’m smoking and blowing gators
Fuck the whole world, I fuck a niggas bitch
I fuck the rap game with my fist
Til’ I get sick of this spittin’ sick
Ripping through visions of written syphilis
He slit his wrist to ink all these verses
Blood in my penmanship hit or miss
Bitch I’m batting like I’m on PED’s
Niggas want to switch they words
Like baby boy on BET
Young niggas still cruising we’re moving
Like he’s Eazy- E
Easy spitting ether watchem’ freak
And leak like Petey-P
Fuck everybody, no love for human ecology
I bomb like I’m Islamic for all
The shit you ain't promise me
Fuck is competition? Nobody poppin’
As hot as me i’m running shit
Several miles ahead and still
Ain’t stopped to breathe
I don’t need no help
My bitches tell me by myself
Fuck with my niggas from OF
Don’t feel nobody else
Still perfecting my rhymes
You niggas chilling on the shelf
Watching my steps
You like my kid I’ll hit you with a belt
I got it covered
I’m on top of that (on top of that)
They pop and live I’m stopping that
Fuck ya’ little raps nigga Hip hop is back
Popping straps, stocking caps buy some crack
Can’t forget we smoking weed
(Bitch a lot of that)
Remember that you’re fucking with
The wolf gang the louder pack
Remember that my niggas gotta eat
We browse your house in fact
In fact we’ll take your spouse
And nap with her
Then we’ll bounce her back, nigga
Crazy, I'm crashing shit as fast as
Whatever won't crash under pressure
I'm blasting til I grab my endeavors
I'm trashing whoever
No obstacle could stop this view
On top of you
I lost a screw, my thoughts are loose
I cop the coupe, forgot the roof
I got the flu: think you sick?
I'll spit a pot of soup
I'm stopping through to give em instructions
On what they're not to do
Nigga's think they're into something
Really they ain't got a clue
Racing for my space
Gotta slow 'em down like a chop and screw
I'm powering prose, slightly powered his nose
Doped out of control, aura overpower you hoes
How the fuck they still sleeping?
Wake em up to a double barrel fuck beef
Bitch we biting through the
Fucking bone marrow pedal to the floor
I accelerate through nonsense
Imma snap and I'mma keep it
Like a quarterback with options
I'm so faded off the sweet, one more please
I'll be unconscious
Shit, I'm dropping, got me poppin
All Star, Western Conference
Bitch, I be hitting the pocket
Pockets so deep in my pants rock it obese
Take a glance swat and flee
Gon' flee where I stand
You ain't poppin that
I'm poppin with pumpkin seeds in his hand
Jack-O-Lantern, back for Santa his
Reindeer breaking antlers
Fuck asking questions
I'm taking answers and women
On dates with Prancer
By night you turn rapper to dancer
Washed up sitting in the hamper
Mildew-filled flows damper like
Grandmama pampers
Took a piss, that's on her fishnets
Smell like dry fish and sweats
Look at this guy, man hit's nets
Get high above
Fucking chin-check insects from your
Shin to your biceps
Money hungry till I'm comfy stuffing
Duffles with mushroom truffles
I hate life, cause I love the troubles
Karma comes in doubles
And I check, stuff the couple
All I know is struggle, all I see is rubble
Jumpstart on the ground to the
Sky like a fucking shuttle
My country looks like a
Puzzle time's the limit, get your hustle
I got it covered
I’m on top of that (on top of that)
They pop and live I’m stopping that
Fuck ya’ little raps nigga Hip hop is back
Popping straps, stocking caps buy some crack
Can’t forget we smoking weed
(Bitch a lot of that)
Remember that you’re fucking with
The wolf gang the louder pack
Remember that my niggas gotta eat
We browse your house in fact
In fact we’ll take your spouse
And nap with her
Then we’ll bounce her back, nigga
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