Poison Pen, Breez Evahflowin’ - Lumber lyrics

Yo it’s that Poison Pen
Shit my cornerstanders, yo for the
Cats who wanna play the wolf
Don’t dance to this, nigga don’t dance
To this you stupid? Ha you standing
We lumber to this we
Back and forth, yo just nod
Your head one time, what? Yo

Y’all niggas is
Third string now I wear wife beater
I’m engaged to the game and our
Music is the word life cheaters
Baby boy, you still like fetus
Dead you like stillborn
Fresh out this pussy, so my dick’s still warm
My hatred bubbles up and gets five faces
Bop to my own calibration
Brother, my palm’s salivating
Throw you ‘til you lose your equilibrium
Bitch


We started off face to face, jaw to jaw
But you don’t want eye contact niggas is
Rhyming to the floor
‘Cause they knew they was wack word
I bounce your walls on the floor
Snatching bones and jacks
Duff you with a star tactic
Call it "Phone Tag"
You dying for no reason, sloppy kamikaze
You know how we does it, cousin you think
There’s love in these dungeons? You
Might end up bludgeoned
Yo, let me tell you something
Return that Bentley before 12 before it
Turn back into a pumpkin
I rhyme into a sea shell
Throw it in the ocean
That’s how I get my overseas hip hop devotion
Downloaders, you internet vultures
I punched through wall and
Accidentally made a sculpture
Poison Pen, Bed Stuy, live, die
Breathe the sick Strongholder

Yo, I told you, you, you, and all of you
In the back and in the middle and the front

You wanna rhyme? Word? You get paid?
You wanna battle? Word? You get slayed
Peep the diff Molotov Cock
In your bitch mouth
You ran to record stores with bats and
Still ain’t knock a hit out
You on a track? Word, you spit?
You wanna front? yeah, that’s the shit
That let the whole world know
That you on this dick
We lumber through the clubs
Swinging stones and sticks

Yo, I’m like
"What the fuck y’all queers got?"
I’ll pop and make sure the niggas
I don’t like is within earshot
Eight in a bed, it ain’t abusing here to come
And get at ninety percent of
Brain that you ain’t using
When I stash shit, I put it in my cab
When Brooklyn’s in the house
All y’all niggas need to roll out jakes stop
Bodegas from selling those
She’s moving snake-like i’m petrified
The mind loses
Ha! Your brain deaf from crime
Music that’s why it’s
So hard for you to sit down
And come and compute this
My piss test is cleaner than a whistle
Don’t blame shit on being lit y’all
Mean it when I hit you
You land somewhere in Venus after I lift you
Perform on time don’t need no head start yo
This fly
Fat nigga making a fashion statement
Out of stretch mark
Y’all generic that’s the best part
Yo, we don’t walk we lumber
Take our path to street like a Hummer
Spit hot like I swallowed the summer
Nigga, what that Pen be
Like is Stronghold type
Y’all like sausages full of shit
You so much of a bitch
Sporty Thievz wouldn’t
Answer yo shit lIFE long told you
When Stronghold 13
They say they’re scared of us
Word up, it’s like that

Yo, I told you, you, you, and all of you
In the back and in the middle and the front

You wanna rhyme? Word? You get paid?
You wanna battle? Word? You get slayed
Peep the diff Molotov Cock
In your bitch mouth
You ran to record stores with bats and
Still ain’t knock a hit out
You on a track? Word, you spit?
You wanna front? yeah, that’s the shit
That let the whole world know
That you on this dick
We lumber through the clubs
Swinging stones and sticks