Semi Six - Florid Dons lyrics

Get off my ball sack small rat
I’ll melt ya skin with a verse
Paramedics leave you in gauze wrap
You caused that flappin' ya lips
Like you Don Juan
Next time close ya mouth when my song's on
Get off my ball sack small rat
I’ll melt ya skin with a verse
Paramedics leave you in gauze wrap
You caused that flappin' ya lips
Like you Don Juan
Next time close ya mouth when my song's on

Semi’s the same don that
Spat lines and stayed
Calm when I rage on lay siege
Missiles and napalm drop flows like A bombs
Shorties hear the eloquence and face palm
It's opposite of Drake songs
You might spot me in a new tux
I like women with fine shape and huge
Butts fine taste and youth 'cuz
I’m feelin' like a rich a don
Women approach I get kissed on
For makin' sick songs fist drawn
I’m Rocky in the meat locker
Its weed and wheat lager
When the streets prosper
Make the front of the
Newspaper my crews favored
My true nature is too major dude later
You’ll get slapped quick for
Spittin’ that wack shit
You’re challenged mentally
So we can’t even match wit
I’ll leave ya brain floatin'
I’m like sniffin' glue after hazardous chain
Smokin' foreal you lames jokin'
You’re just a biter dawg everything
I drop you copy i’ll you hit with that
Shoryuken then a tatsumaki
I was diggin' crates you was
Diggin' ya fat nose
I rap flows and mack hoes after rap shows
Yo it's the frag thrower marijuana
Bag blower I’m like
Jin Kazama with hands just a tad slower
My pen flow like curves on a slim hoe
The gems glow patterns like Big
Pun in Twins bro

Get off my ball sack small rat
I’ll melt ya skin with a verse
Paramedics leave you in gauze wrap
You caused that flappin' ya lips
Like you Don Juan
Next time close ya mouth when my song's on

Yo it's the rap Steve Austin a stone cold
Stunner spittin' fly sittin' high
Rose gold Hummer
I crossover spin the basketball on
My index for ten
Secs been fresh smokin' while I chin press
Foreign ladies pourin' Bailey
Near the poolside
Sasha Grey half naked down the pool slide
I hold the mic like a
Pimp holds a whores waist
Give me more space it's no
Room for poor taste
Damn, I suggest you book a hotel
Aventus Creed how my clothes smell hoes yell
The west side’s where I
Settle hun niggas carry
Metal guns rebels sons sippin' on Ketel Ones
The flows nasty like bukkake ya crews sloppy
While dudes copy the style
I’m sippin’ cool sake
Semi Six is more poised than you
You’ll need paramedics n the boys and
Blue when I poison you

Get off my ball sack small rat
I’ll melt ya skin with a verse
Paramedics leave you in gauze wrap
You caused that flappin' ya lips
Like you Don Juan
Next time close ya mouth when my song's on