Lyrics B.C.M.T.F.O. - The Doppelgangaz

B.C.M.T.F.O.

EP:
Gangaz training with stealth cloths
All black, word to my health goths
Looking svelt, we never felt troths
Up in the Bible Belt, you get dealt with
Survivalist, been through hell with all the libelist
Black Cloak Lifestyle, it’s a revival kehd
Shit, living foul amongst a pile of bricks
Shave with a rusty schick, all my chicks
Who with the three-way?
she flipped the script
Let the crew hit, the DVDA
Peep the replay, treat the lice with a turpentine
No dice, pulling a heist rocking sherpa-lined
Shirt designs, angel shot with a squirt of lime
(** I was just trying to flirt, what the fuck**)
Up in the six, had a canuck call me a cuck
A ganga stuck, fell on bad luck
She don’t use LOL and it means Lucifer our lord
Love to plant crucifers, used to boost and fraud, applaud
Black Cloak Me the Fck out
Gangas had to go left, took another route
Black Cloak Me the Fck out
Shit, in due time baby no doubt
Black Cloak Me the Fck out
Climb a gang of pain with the style
Black Cloak Me the Fck out
Black Cloak Me the Fck out
MovF:
You know a gangaz name
It should be tatted where ya Ma’s boob is
Its either that that or on the mons pubis
Shorty blessed the stiffy
By over where the jiffy lube is
Dawg, we jackel headed like the god Anubis
Large hubris, something like «the barber» Brutus
When he’s holding his shears
Confidence developed over some years
Of having cloaks envelop older gear
He wear it till the mold appear
Swear a Ganga never rolled a tear
He rather play it by ear
Rarely asked advice, pay the price
For many nights he had to sacrifice
Drastic life
A bowl of pilaf with the plastic rice
Left a nigga gastric sliced, precise
Healed up, congealed up
They said it made no stanking sense
Like he was smoking spice dank incense
Deposits at the bank in cents
Made a monster like, doctor frankenstein
Rubbin shorties with the frankincense