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Xerox Glocks

by Hus KingPin

on Waves R Us

[Mach-Hommy]
(Haitian Creole) mothafucka
Fuck wrong wit you boy?
Feeling like that then?
Pull up!

[Verse 1: Hus Kingpin]
Kingpin, Tarantino scenes, quarantine beams
I had C.R.E.A.M dreams of catholean smokescreen deem, stacking Yao Ming's
Money bets, niggas think I'm wylin'
My release date is like wine tasters, Catalina skyscrapers
I'm ill, I know how it feel to do God a favor, star lasers
Shorty say “Paul, you major!”
I say “shorty, you need to work on your A-cups”
I lay flush against my bitch butt
That's a pillow of love
She look like Stacy from More Money, it's bugged
She caught a case pushing bud
California scarlet, strawberry alcohol lips
I pulled back skin off a pig

[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
Mach-Hommy
M is for Manhattan
A is for Atlanta Bay
C for Chicago, lets make it happen
H is for Houston or Houston, potato potato
H is for Haiti with them hollows, [?] Ballow
The M and M is for the ruckus, you talkin' chocolates
I'm talking modern day slaves wiseman, why you flaugin?
(And like, you think I give a fuck about how you feel about us nigga?)
Potato chip bag, adult detention centre wave, whiplash
(Potato chip bag, adult detention centre wave, whiplash, bitch ass nigga)
Uh
Potato chip bag, adult detention centre wave, whiplash
Ayo, ayo
(Again, DO IT AGAIN DO IT NOW NIGGA
MACH-HOMMY, DO IT NOW HOMMY, NOW)

[Verse 3: Mach-Hommy]
I bend a corner, tuck the blicker blam under the seat
Random checkpoint, Mustang convertible top down, a Ganesh boy
Slime nigga drapery, crown fresh out the Greek fest
Beef yes, 'specially downtown and we cheat death
Speak less, falafel, curry, baklava, C-clef
Shorty swear my baritone
She idolise a deep breath
She text me Genesis 9:5
I text her back Romans 2:14
My energy montage
(Yeah nigga! Shorty said she fuck with me
She said my energy a lil too hot, but she fuck with me still)
Death is not the greatest loss
The greatest loss is what dies while alive
Never surrender elevate your cross, I floss the best
Fix your dentures, never hate a boss
(And as for you nigga, arms too short, to box with God)
The KGB, Mossad and the Stasi
You say the wrong name and the C.I.A. will have you bodied
The boogeyman is real best believe it
You never seen a monster in a three piece twill collect a fetus
X, Dr. Martin and Ernesto
John F [?], it's a die check for shooters in a rest home
Retirement village
Playing shuffleboard with the killers of the killers
You know how it go
The activist and the hippies
Was just about the wack racism in the 60's
Wanna know how I know?
Fred Hampton got murdered in his sleep
While Ken Kesey drove the magic school bus to further his belief
A closed mind deserve a cold heart
You ain't guaranteed to find diamonds in a coal mine because, the 70's were cool
You had soul music in the belly, folk music in the telly with the blues
Jazz gave away the bride
And rock was the best man
9 months later hip hop was some fresh air
30 years forward at the black bar mitzvah
And all you hear is ballers in the trap, nah nigga
Say it ain't so
What the fuck you think you made it?
Ayo
She took the Plan-B now the baby can't grow, can't grow
Potato chip bag, adult detention centre wave, whiplash
(Break yo' fucking neck tryna' find out what I'm doin'
You never gon' be able to copy this shit for real son, stop, just stop it)