Straight shots of the Sterno Plus
Wick stuck in the bottle empty.
Three blocks to the target we light it and lob it hard at sentry.
Four pigs of the oinking variety guard the market entry.
Five minutes of flames and then aim the whistle my father lent me.
Six o’clock we meet up and divi the shells among the youngins,
Seven continents in the shit and smoke like it’s fuckin’ London
Just before they ate up the funds, our harmony love was bumpin’
Now government issue 9′s are pointed where your blood is pumped in.
Tend to mop up these muttering zombies talker pieces.
El’ll vent on you harder than Fukashima breezes.
In the end when a dozen or so adjourn to reason
You’ll find the verdict return, corrupted in murderous seasons,
With inverted 31′s and other unlucky omens.
That’s why I chug 7 and 7′s till I’m fuckin’ homeless,
And every time you think my 15 minutes of fame are up,
I spit another 16 and prove to the world I fuckin’ own it.
Wick stuck in the bottle empty.
Three blocks to the target we light it and lob it hard at sentry.
Four pigs of the oinking variety guard the market entry.
Five minutes of flames and then aim the whistle my father lent me.
Six o’clock we meet up and divi the shells among the youngins,
Seven continents in the shit and smoke like it’s fuckin’ London
Just before they ate up the funds, our harmony love was bumpin’
Now government issue 9′s are pointed where your blood is pumped in.
Tend to mop up these muttering zombies talker pieces.
El’ll vent on you harder than Fukashima breezes.
In the end when a dozen or so adjourn to reason
You’ll find the verdict return, corrupted in murderous seasons,
With inverted 31′s and other unlucky omens.
That’s why I chug 7 and 7′s till I’m fuckin’ homeless,
And every time you think my 15 minutes of fame are up,
I spit another 16 and prove to the world I fuckin’ own it.
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Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire - Huzzah (Remix) feat. Despot, Das Racist, Danny Brown and El-P (Video)
Hands down my favorite verse of the year, any genre, category or medium.
