MellowHype - 50 lyrics

I'm a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic
The way I rhyme in Islamic promises
Ignorance is common sense
Straining my glottis
Fucking hungry hippopotamus
You niggas are in the bottom pit
Obnoxiousness
Is what I was raised around as a child
I'd rather chuck up my middle finger
Than give a bitch a smile
Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators
Where's that mothafuckin' stapler?

Uh, you hear that shit?
Ay, run that shit back
Yeah, that shit hot, nigga

Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators
Where's that mothafuckin' stapler?
Good grades on the wall
Niggas hate to see me do it major
I’m just a leader of my team and
I ain’t afraid to trade ya
Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews
We controlling the crews
Drinking Belgium ale booze
We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused
Bitches brewing in our stews
On they knees like the pews

Sock a buster in his jaw
Fuck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain't got heart you
Ain't got shit at all
Sock a buster in his jaw
Fuck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain't got heart you
Ain't got shit at all

Where your homies at? They'll
Get fucked up too
Where your grandma at? She'll
Get fucked up too
Where your bitch at? She'll get fucked up too
Where the roof at? We'll
Stomp that bitch through
Where your homies at? They'll
Get fucked up too
Where your grandma at? She'll
Get fucked up too
Where your bitch at? She'll get fucked up too
Where the roof at? We'll
Stomp that bitch through

Here we go negero, I sing figaro, figaro
Chunking up my deuce bigalow
Burning bodies in infernos

Aww, mothafucka wanna see you shine and
I got my gold on
Clancy said I'm late for my flight
Well they better hold on
Can't wait 'til I fuckin' buy me a jet
There gon' be some hoes on it
Just blow O's on it, count dough on it
Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone
Don't it?
Shit, I'll take a life for my moment's moment
Contract your own sale, fuck a deal
You're in a auction
Turn the bass up, give mothafuckas concussion
Rappers nowadays are all phased when
It comes to soft shove
If niggas saying your flow weak
You shoulda bought one
You call this brand new
To me it's Santa Cruz
Don't find HB the man to lose
You ain't a bruise
Catch me on MTV or your local channel news
In London recording to Muse
I'm the man at the fuse
I'm fucking crazy, need slavery to behave me
Engraving what I am saying into
Your mothafuckin' brain and skull

Sock a buster in his jaw
Fuck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain't got heart you
Ain't got shit at all
Sock a buster in his jaw
Fuck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain't got heart you
Ain't got shit at all