Fight-Junkyard

Fight - Junkyard [Verse 1: Killer Ben] Since birth I've been repping the turf, the dark shadow verse Shallow Hal, bleeding pen pal, I need to see it first Intangible, blow wig, manageable, nod, eat the chief Blow the steam, blow the Ox out, she want my piece of tea My fiends feed off the lead off pitcher Pitch a no hitter, bleed off the scene I sent ya It goes baby mini Mac, spitting similac seizure The house, the car, the baby sitter, amnesia Invented by the b******t I twitted, follow me close I'll lead you to my office of murder, gatting at those Flamingos, Pablo Costo with all the gringos A Starr like Ringo, my shots like free throws Shivering in they boots, with [?] is destitute Like the scripture of the garden of eden forbidden fruit The roots are resolute, high definition Needing no repetition, fancy b**ches in high boots [Verse 2: Planet Asia] Thinking is digital, smokescreen sneak attack, mind like water Bone crusher, blood spiller, what you think of that? Coming up with all types of sh*t I don't even write no more I just let Dr. Dre write my sh*t My squad is impossible odds With the posture of God, shocked by high tropical charge We blow skittles, coke dribble, wrote riddles and quotes Army cold killers of the Coast, popping the most My stee' is to get the pot cooking, catch you slipping And hop up out the bushes when you not looking What you tryna prove, you just a molecule I drop charcoal and start barbecuing all of you Artists marching, parched and we taught 'em the article No comicals, we just body niggas, promise you [Verse 3: TriState] Flow tiller, killer gorilla, Godzilla Peel a onion head ni**a for scrilla, no filler Thriller, moonwalk, mashed potato, Clark Gable Stable, two step shatter and strangle, gold cable dangle Durag under the fitted, gold kitted Spit it special at a diva delicious, blowing kisses This is pure pathetic, fresh phonetics Style embedded from arrogant rock, don't sweat it Let it, simmer and sit, my glimmering gift Curse niggas with a present now you swimming in sh*t Sh*t, it's the Backwoods, military, cobra khan Twisted off of monkey brains, dumping out the firearms Get your riot on, Rodney King Rock heavy bling and break Cali out of the bing We the illest, coc*ine crack rap concealers Mac Millers, ready to clap at wack niggas