Cypher 3 lyrics

[Verse] Skits Vicious
Aight, listen
Ayo, I'm sick of all these b*tches and these hypocrites
Whisper in my ear but I ain't listenin'
I sing a song of sickness, pocket full of pony packs
The angel gave me dust and now I've killed my homies only cat
I'm the stoner with the devil on his shoulder
The loner with the lead up in the locker, let a alone
Liability that's laying dormant
While you crying and spill the beans, I dwell the cellar like a Roaden
This life will be the death of me, I don't know what's next
Sever shots of hennessy, my memory's a mess
The highs, the lows, the voice at war
The birds, the bees, the boy next door
f*ck 'em

[Verse 2] Jay Reaper
I'm like a motherf*cking cobra
I straight spit in your face, your game over
Straight living sedated, no way sober
Straight demon, I'm meaning, I played hover
Yeah, the devil got my back, b*tch
Cause when I spit in your face you taste acid
These n*ggas friable the way I stay classic
See me fiddle with babes, you stay faggot
And I had it
n*ggas in my faction, packin' automatics
Leaving n*ggas static in motherf*cking caskets
I roll with the bold, had the bast*rds
sh*ttin' on your place with a passion, for rappin'
Yah