Ice Dicks - Pigeon Hole

Title match, tidal wave splash on you daft cunts

Count 'em up, rappers making tallies of they have nots

I’ma make some shit that I can pass down to my grandsons

We don’t give a fuck, (what) your momma says you’re handsome

(What) But here’s a beat to make you mean mouth your grand mum

Bitch please like a motherfucking anthem

And I don’t feel sorry, look, I even spared a hand gun

Powerful, and I’m only messing 'round a little bit

Gotta make ya ill, feel sick 'til ya spill shit

That’s how it goes, all I need’s a couple bricks to build with

A couple bricks and I’ma build myself a pyramid

Look alive, I’ve been wrecking crowds since back in high school

Town hero, rain down on em like a typhoon

Fuck ya thinking man?

Bragging is my right

Got a phototype for my people to get hyped to

Come on

On some crazy shit, other rappers baby dick

Pussy talk, lady bits, fuck 'em all lately it’s

Like all that shit gets eighty-six, wipe 'em out, wipe 'em out

Hold up though, they baby bitch, they hidin' out, they hidin' out

But we on a higher route, we the type that’s wylin' out

'Til they beg us, 'til they plead us «Put that fire out!»

I’m about to burn 'em down fire mouth

I’ve been singin' competition, they just lie about it

Go ahead, do your worst, I won’t button my lip

First to tell ya that you never bump as large as my shit

Caveman, banging out these beats hard with my fists

So cold, you don’t know we got ice dicks

Watch out now I’m over here, try and catch my drift

Runaway train, I could crash through and I hit

Oh what, you didn’t know?

Pigeon Hole’s alive-ish

Murder, murder heat that make you leap from the hypeness