Biscuit in the Tuck - inst. by Mors

Never said
I wasn't about my-
Catch the tool  
Then we all ride..
 
Let it flex on a squadron
Let 'em all come
Sever the neck of the next till we're all done
 
Coming out of the cage, all sprung
Kicking back, dripping fat
Just for fun
 
Let 'em all come
Get em on the run  
One shot  
 
Two turn to none  
Drop the sun  
Now we all hot
 
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I said it
I meant it  
I may never mend it
These bitches be crazy man
 
she want it i got it
straight off the top and
watch this, bout to start it up
I promise this
 
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Forever legit
I let it spin
So sloppy
Can't copy my sins  
 
To stop me they come from within  
And all that
Caught me on no fucking fall back
Tall stack
 
Make it happen  
Cuz i have to have it  
Non-asthmatic  
Never losing traction
 
This life is tragic  
Balancing the madness  
Baddest of habits
Like ballet in traffic, uh
 
This life is funny
Fucked up a bunch but still in the running
Hunting for something to hum when i'm drumming
One with the thumping never done with the busting
 
Yeah...