Lyrics OBLITERATE - I-Stein, Eddison

OBLITERATE

Gashes on my skin, Poison Ivy fuckin burns
Smokin' out that tin, in that (?) while we turnt
Cocky little bitch sucking dick, she’ll never learn
Dick up in her bra, in her pussy on my shirt (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m gassed, I do not like the way you talk
Breaking bones and breaking (?)
Skating tracks in overalls
Stomping pigs until I fall
Scratchin' dick is scratchin' balls
Snortin' lines of Adderall
Dick up in her pussy, top, (?)
That bitch smells like Brocolli
She suck my dick properly
Make that bitch my bitch in her walls on my property
Cash out, like Monopoly
Fuck your ideology
Copy like a copycat, you some I-Stein wanna-be's
I grab th choppa, I do not call police
Pull up with this stick, I make him sing just like som R&B
I’m fuckin' on yo' bitch, and asked that bitch to suck up on my D
Once I get it, then I got it, make him Rest in Peace
Spin a nigga block, I spin his block like some Monopoly
You a whore, I pull up, start kickin' in your door, lil' whore
Pop a stick and then start sitting on the floor, lil' whore
I cut shit up, like don’t be shy, put some more (put some more)
I got 4 bands, imma fuck yo' colon
Big ass whip, it’s stolen
Pull up like it’s frozen, bitch
Pull up, bitch, like go in
Pull up, I might go in, bitch
I don’t got no lean no more, you pulled up once I pulled it, bitch
Pulled it, yeah I fucking pulled that shit, uh
Stogie in his mouth, and he higher than a frog
I don’t wanna talk, that dat bitch got me (?)
I got the bar (yeah, huh, yeah uh)
Pull up with my bro
Pull up wit' his nose
(?) on bro
(?) like the bro’s
I can fuck you (?)
I don’t got no (?)
I said you should (?)
Get on your kn-knees right hoe
I don’t wanna talk, cause she been fucking pissin' me
Little bitch boy, wanna talk?
Shit I’m gon' send him to the opps
Man that shit is not that hard, all you mofo’s rap out cars
Just don’t cry to your ma-ma when when I leave you fucking sore
Yeah, this the way I wanna live so get the fuck up out of my face
(?) so much smokin', I’ll leave you fuckin' in yo' place
Sittin' all these flows on my bros, it’s a (?)
Where’s my fuckin' money that my music gonna generate?
Oh?
You like that culture?
Guess you gonna go appropriate
Oh, I punch you in yo' mouth, that Medicaid won’t medicate
Yeah, I’m on the beat, and my flow it gonna incinerate
And if you gon' fuck with me, I’m gon' fuckin Obliterate (shit)