Rum Raisin - Illa Ghee

You dinner niggas breakfast

Fever spitting the sickness

I’m reckless

I’ll have your top spinning like an exorcist

Exercise will push you

Grab your shit and mush you

Heating up a drug spoon

Add a little mushroom

Shoot it in the crowd

The effect is how I touch goons

Crush grooves, clash titans

Hammer clutcher

My flow crush (?), leave you crippled with crutches (crutches)

Leave you after the eagle bleed you

Only the picture on the coffin the the way to see you

See I’m thorough from that don’t give a fuck breed

She wanna succeed so I let her suck seed

Life sucks so I spit out death rap

Bittersweet moves, a shit smoother than Exlax

Catch the fact theres an x on your back

Imma extract slugs where your body is stretched at

Illa

Make it good without hesitation

Make it taste like a rum raisin (yeah)

Machete black like my name Jason

I make it taste like a rum raisin

They call me pistol grip Illa

New day same shit

Gun open relationships, Jada and Will Smith

The hater

The hate make you throw a lawnmower

Spit inside your soda, meet a lyrical ogre

Rap walk along ocean’s shoulders

I’m Pepsi cola with a shot of king cobra

King of the thing smoker

King of the ring

King snatch your bling and then rock it

My block knock your eye out the socket

Feel me when I spit that full contact ebonics

I’m Ebeneezer

And this procedure that I give will give you seizures

Flows a gun in a room with Jesus

Getting head under the bleachers

Hot weather, sex on the beaches

Reach and get reached, found dead in the creek

All you missing is your soul, back, neck, and your feet

Aim the four at the brain of the law

Illa Ghee rap raw, sniff the coke off a chainsaw

Die motherfucker, die

Die motherfucker, die

Uh huh (Uh huh)

Yeah

Let’s go

Blacksmith, ghetto gat activist

Shots accurate, got the zip cop the piss (?)

Tear gas…